Mi amor Queso,

I considered starting this letter with the familiar Adele lyrics, “Hello, it's me / I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet.” But we all know we met yesterday and the day before that and the day—well, you understand. Besides, I don’t need popular culture references to articulate the love I have for you. I cherish all the time we’ve shared together throughout my college career. I reflect on our relationship with tears fighting to escape from my eyes (I’m emotional about cheese, OK?). Let me attempt to explain all the reasons I owe you my gratitude and my love.

Who needs a boyfriend when I have you? Not this girl. I don’t wait in anguish for you to reply to my text. I drive to the nearest Mexican restaurant, and you’re waiting there for me in a brightly colored bowl beside a basket of fresh chips. Even though my entrée fails to impress at times, I find myself unable to remember anytime you’ve let me down. You lift me up with your liquid cheese perfection, and the bad day I had fades away.

When hunger hits at the end of a long day of going through Pinterest during class and pretending I’m not awkward during a class presentation, I hunger for you. It’s always you (except the nights I cheat on you with stuffed crust pizza—too late to say sorry?). I don’t know what to expect with matches on Tinder or a random elective class, but I know exactly what to expect with you. Don’t ever change, I beg you. You go where I go, so I know distance could never tear us apart from one another.

Thank you for being there for me always. You taste better than any traditional Mexican cuisine.

You don’t change, judge me or leave me. I love you for that. I also love that you, along with chips, count as a meal when I’m poor (which is all the time).

Same time tomorrow,

College Student With Queso Obsession