Coffee has my heart

I really love love coffee

Every morning I have coffee. I have always loved the smell of coffee. When I was younger it always tasted like stagnant mud. It wasn’t until I moved to Chicago an had my first cup of real coffee. I have never turned back. There have been times with when I had the stomach flu I still would sip a little coffee. Remember it’s not how you draw the heart. It’s how much love you put into it.