My life consists of doing a lot of things. I work, go to school, write, spend time with friends and my boyfriend, etc. But this is about my guiltiest pleasure... Taco Bell. I believe now is the time that Taco Bell needs to know my true feelings.

Dearest Taco Bell,

I wish I knew how to quit you. You had me at 89 cents taco Sundays. You have everything I could ever wish for in a taco, zesty sauce, savory beans, risk of food poisoning and your classy grade F meat.

I miss you.

My –no – our food baby misses you. He is so big now. I wish you could see him.

Chipotle has been coming over lately. Sometimes he spends the night. I know you said he does not love me the way you do. You are right. He does not write me cute notes on the sauce packets, or gives me free food from the mobile app. You always show your appreciation towards me.

Our relationship had become toxic. I cannot stop talking to friends about the Quesalupa, and how I did not regret the night where I ate the entire 12 pack. They know how happy you make me.

I will always love you Taco Bell. I really will. The time we spent together will always bring me happiness and I hope you understand that. Remember that one time you bet me to eat 10 burritos in thirty minutes without vomiting? And I did? And I vomited. Oh how you laughed. That is the day I fell in love with you.

This is not really goodbye, Taco Bell; it is more like I will see you on the way back from work tomorrow night. But for now I must walk away. You just seem to have too many ladies eating you nowadays, and I just can’t be “one of your girls.” I am special, and I thought you knew that.

With love forever and always,

Your Girl