A Letter to my Lover

Dear Chiang mai. Look, we've been doing this whole "on again off again" thing for years. I say hurtful things, you ask me to move out, you give me cheep clothes and good food, I move back in. 

Let's not kid ourselves, we both love this emotional game we keep playing. We understand each other. You know to behave and be nice when my parents are around, but you also get so naughty when it's just you and me at night. It's a great mutual understanding, and all in all I think that we would both agree the good from our relationship out weights the bad. 

So it's with a heavy heart that I have to address our current problem. I tried to bite my tounge. I tried to look the other way. I'm sorry, I can't keep quiet anymore. 

Chiangmai. Your coffee is shit. Like seriously. You have some amazing beans and so much potential. But it's like you just stopped trying after that point. 

I'd give the whole "it's not you, it's me" speech, but let's not kid ourselves here. Your coffee is shit and I don't know if I can look past that anymore. 

xx Your caffeine deprived lover.