These words that try to contain and frame can only skew and distort the feelings that have already fallen from the branch of the heart and are left to shrivel and die.
Coffee machine. Your spirit is tremendous. You complete me. Like a jigsaw puzzle solved with super glue, you put me together in ways that only chemical assistance can.
But we're all really just brains in jars reacting to chemicals anyway.
To my second brain. The apple of my darling and the steward of my everyone. You are three times my steed.
Sweet coffee machine.
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