Letter to my missing mug

One day my mug went missing at work. Left it in the kitchen for 5 minutes, was gone when I went back. Now, there are quite a few people sharing this kitchen, so, needless to say I felt intrigued to find out one of my colleagues had seen someone walk away with my mug... So I wrote this note and posted it on the cupboards:

My dear yellow mug,
You have been my morning companion for so many years now.
My days were immediately getting happier when I was sipping away my coffee or tea from your ever warm, perfectly shaped rim.
Your cute, sleepy face, and your adorable yellow nose protruding from the luscious enamel that covered you were the traits that most attracted me to you. I still remember the day I picked you up from that ordinary, cold, insensitive rack full of other mugs. I knew it instantly: we were meant for each other. I held you up, against the fluorescent lights of the Dollarama ceilings, and looked at you, and through you, and read into our future together. I promised you then we will never be apart, never ever shall I drink my morning coffee from another mug.
And you have been faithful, and devout, and you’ve never shattered my dreams (or yourself), although I must confess that many times I felt weak, and tired, and unable to continue.
But there you were, a smile always on your face, offering me the sweet liqueur that brought life back to my lips.
And now, now that the cruel paths of life have taken us towards opposite shores, now that time for coffee has come and gone multiple times without us finding each other, without me having the joy of holding you up with my fingers and feeling your warmth... now... now I am alone... and I finally realize how much I miss you.... how much I enjoyed having you in my life... how much I cherished our moments (oh, so few of them) together...
Hoping you’ll come back to me...
Forever yours
Mommy


PS: the mug has been returned to me in the meantime. :)