Bread, oh you slightly sweet carbohydrate! You fill my soul with joy as you rise to perfection, sitting in my toaster oven. Though your life is rather short-lived due to your irresistible nature and my recurrent hunger, there is no doubt that my life could not continue without you.

I knew from the moment that I discovered you, nestled in a display shelf at the market bakery, that you were the one for me. There is a tender warmth that consumes me as I consume you. Often, I am so comfortable around you that I even fall into a blissful resting state after we come together. I've never had that before, and it's truly all that I really desire. You complete me with every delicious morsel. You bring my meals full circle and ensure that I am taken care of for hours on end.

I leave you on my counter, and I fear for every moment of the day when I cannot walk down the hallway and grab a slice of your rich, garlic love. Is it love? Or is it far more than just a silly word? To me, it is more. I wonder if others feel as deep of a connection to such an honest dietary choice as I do. As I consistently open my arms to your warming burn, you open yourself up to everyone that you meet. There is only a desire to be wanted. “Take me as I am," you say. And I always will, even if there are no others.

There is truly no one else that could ever replace you. A rather crusty exterior, it takes a true and loyal love to see past that to the hearty interior of your soul. I could try to count the ways that you set my heart afire and my stomach ablaze, yet none could do you justice. I live for you arriving at my table at each restaurant that I enter. You are why I even enter restaurants in the first place. There is nothing that can compare to your glorious golden glow, and your wholesome embrace of my insides.

Wrap me in your gentle, loving care, and never let me go. I know that you won't, for you're there for me when all else fails.