It's Not a Break-Up, It's a Break-Through...

Dear Starbucks,

I write this letter with a full stomach heavy heart. You see, something happened when I was in Italy. Something magical. You weren't around, and I had to find something - someone - to fulfill my coffee fix. And I found it - a tall, dark and handsome cappuccino. And espresso. And americano.

You see, I cheated. On you. With Italian coffee. AND I LIKED IT.

You and I have had a very long, committed relationship. I will never forget when I first met you: it was the fall of 2002, and I was in Phoenix. A friend of mine suggested I visit you and taste my very first cup of deliciousness. You gave all of that to me in the form of a white chocolate mocha. From the first sip, I was hooked. And through the years, our relationship blossomed.

You taught me that it's ok - in fact, it's acceptable - to spend $4 on a cup of coffee. And as my taste buds matured, you introduced me to a world of new and exciting possibilities: sugar-free syrup, soy milk, hot tea infusions, and the piece de resistance: the dark cherry mocha.

You showed me that breakfast CAN consist of more than just coffee. It can also come in the form of a spinach and feta wrap, a banana, and sometimes (when I am super crabby), a chocolate chip cookie.

You always knew how to make the holidays special - those red cups of yours always brightened my mornings.

Sometimes, you allowed me to overindulge. Perhaps I visited you three times in one day. But it didn't matter. You always welcomed me with open arms - especially after I opened my wallet.

Despite our fond memories, I know deep down that you cheated on me. You provided these same memories for other people too. And sometimes, you got a little greedy. I mean - $4 each day certainly adds up. Yet despite my loyalty, you continued to charge me each morning.

However, there comes a time in life when you have to put yourself first. You see, I know that by purchasing a wonderfully shiny coffee machine from Williams Sonoma will allow me to save some money and create that same warm feeling (and coffee) in my own home. I am sure I will still walk by you each morning, and smile fondly as I pass your bright green letters. And I will remember our moments together and how they've changed me. But I promise to keep moving forward.

And so, Starbucks, I guess you could say that in this relationship, I choose Italian coffee me.

Love,

Meghan

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