To the golden gooey goodness, you da bomb.

Out of all of the things I have discovered in the beauty of Michigan State University's ten (eleven if you count the Union) dining halls, South Pointe grilled cheese has become the most important part of my diet.

I found you after my first week in Case Hall, running late for class and needing a quick meal to stop my stomach from groaning from the emptiness I was putting it through. Your white bread, Velveeta cheese, and burnt sides filled that void perfectly. You also filled an emotional void, Grilled Cheese.

I remember I knew when I found love. I had failed my first college quiz, fought with my best friend, and had somehow managed to lose a paper I had worked days on. All I wanted to do was cry, cry, and cry some more. My friends were all too busy with their own lives to handle my problems, so I turned to you. My heart wanted nothing more than to go home, curl up in bed, and forget about the world. The only closest thing I had was a grilled cheese which reminded me of rainy days with my mom. I walked up to the line, grabbed a grilled cheese and found a secluded spot in the caf. Drinking tea, watching some netflix, and people watching, I ate a grilled cheese and forgot about the world around me. It was just us -- cheese, bread, and me.

Your gooey center warms my heart, Grilled Cheese. You've become my go to comfort, hangover, and go-to food. Thanks for that.

Finally, thank you for reminding me that sometimes home comes in an edible form. In a time of life where things are always changing, life is moving too fast, and people come and go -- you've become the one constant.

So, South Pointe Grilled Cheese -- nobody does it like you. Not Wilson late night, not even the dairy store. South Pointe Grilled Cheese is the only cheese for me.