This has truly been a slog. I mean the ups and downs of losing you as a friend and a crutch has been immense.

I’ve suffered headaches and found clarity. I’ve also discovered how much I relied on you for getting me up in the morning, improving my mood, making me work twice as hard and for longer.

What I have discovered though is that I was fully addicted to you and that’s not good. So I have kicked you.

As the days go by i think of you less. I also remember the good times. When we experimented with different milks (naughty), that time I changed a cortado for a flat white (saucy). You’ll always be there, just not in my hand.

I’ll always cherish our time together, now, I’ll move on.