I hate to say it, but it’s time we broke up. I love how you smell, I love how you taste, but you’re not good for me. You make my stomach hurt.
We’ve had some wonderful times together and I’ll really, really miss you.
But I feel anxious when I’m around you. I get all sweaty. I can’t sleep. As I said, you make my stomach hurt.
I know we’ve broken up before, but this time I really mean it. I need to know who I am without you.
So thank you for all the good times, Coffee. It’s not you; it’s me.