Dear Taco Bell,

Everyone has a place that is special to their heart, that removes them from the hectic realities of everyday life and into a calmer, happier state of mind. For some people, it may be the peaceful setting of the woods, a cozy bedroom, or a park filled with childhood memories; However, Taco Bell, you are my happy place.

Even though most people wouldn’t find you very special, and frankly, a lot of people don’t even admit that they like you, you will always have a special place in my heart.

I really appreciate how you have always been there for me. You never let me down, besides the fact that you no longer have Salsa Verde sauce, but I’m not one to hold a grudge, though it does feel as if something is missing.

From a very young age, you were always the place I looked forward to going to most. Every Saturday, I tried to convince my dad and brother to visit you for lunch, and even when they didn’t want to see you, I wouldn’t betray you. While they would go to a different fast food chain, I would make them stop at you first so that I could still have a part of you with me while they ate at another restaurant. I remember when you sold kid’s meals that came with a side of chips and cheese, which was perfect to satisfy my taco-loving soul.

As the years went on, I didn’t see you as much, but I still craved all that you have to offer. After a bad day at school, there is nothing that I would have liked to do more than to cuddle up with a Loaded Potato Griller and a Baja Blast Freeze. After an all-day softball competition, the only thing that would satisfy my hunger would be a Chicken Quesarito and Cinnabon Delights. After hours of debating where we should go to dinner, my mind always wandered to a Cheesy Gordita Crunch and a Chipotle Chicken Griller. The list of occasions where I want to be with you goes on and on.

Getting older, I knew that if I ate too much fast food, I’d gain weight, but that didn’t stop me from getting a job with you for my first ever part-time job. Everyone is shocked to know that I worked at Taco Bell for a whole year and am still so in love, but a real bond between a girl and her food is everlasting.

To this day, I treat myself to seeing you whenever I need a break from reality. I even went four times in two days during finals week…oops. Your food has been a comfort for me for as long as I remember, and nothing can take that away from me.

I love to bring other people, especially those who have never been blessed by the Taco Bell gods to venture out and allow their taste buds to savor the food so meaningful to me. While they may be underwhelmed, I am never disappointed.

Anyways, thank you for always being there for me, even though there were times where I chose others over you, you always let me back in. You are the one thing that has never betrayed, backstabbed, or hurt me. I’m sure I will visit you again soon! Probably within the next few days tbh...

All my love,

The Girl Who Is Too Obsessed