When you fail to get to it, you feel like there's something missing from your life, and as soon as you reunite, things make sense again. It has a smooth texture, although not too smooth as to feel plain, but just the right combination of smoothness and coarseness to please your senses. It has a minion, who follows it everywhere even though sometimes it rejects it; preferring to present itself alone for a stronger effect. However, when its minion is present, it gives another great experience and you find yourself accepting them both. Although the presence of its companions are greatly subdued, you always get pleasure from fainting existence. There is only one other companion that it bows to and lets her share its whereabouts, as it's the only companion that has a tenacious hold on it. When they come together, it's an explosion of creativity, sensuality and happiness. They're both so similar and yet at the same time totally different, they complement each other magnificently and contradict each other's sole presence at the same time.
Whatever it does or doesn't do, whom it's with or not, you know that you shall accept it in any shape or form. When you do become one with it, you realize that nothing makes you feel happier or more energized and that your existence sometimes depend on it. You bow to it and conclude that nothing, absolutely nothing trumps coffee, especially when it comes with its faithful minion; milk or when it unites with its strong demanding companion; chocolate. The world of coffee is vast, continuous and ever so relentless. So, drink up, life is too short.