It began the moment I saw that I could order a chicken quesadilla and a cheese pizza at the same time. And although your partnership with Pizza Hut may have ended, our relationship prevailed.

With your endless supply of nacho cheese and witty remarks on your sauce packets, we became an instant match. You satisfied my constant cravings without complaint, even if it was 1:46 a.m. Thus building the foundation of many memories at your fine establishments.

Times became rough for me in high school when money was tight. You were there to offer a helping hand. When our relationship turned into a working relationship, things became complicated.

I would see you every day and start dreading walking through your front doors. Sad, but true. I got tired of the same thing on the daily, and your endless lines of new admirers treating me like dirt. Every night, I would come home smelling like grease and cheese. Your weird requirement of hair nets and baggy pants were not my thing and getting old.

After what seemed like endless months, our bitter sweet working relationship came to a close. I had another opportunity to pursue in my professional life, and it just wasn't working between us. But that didn't stop me from visiting.

That fleeting moment in time I worked with you only made our relationship stronger. Only now, I can enjoy all the unhealthy food and witty drive through people in what seems like a constant vibe of happiness and sass.

I will forever crave your never ending delicacies.

Live mas, Taco Bell.