When I first saw you sitting there I did not know what to expect. Sitting there in you red bowl, in your liquid perfection. I saw everyone dip their chips into you and finally, it was my turn. I dug in the basket until I found the perfect tortilla chip with all three corners still intact. I dipped a small corner into your gooey deliciousness and I was a goner from there.

I finished the rest of the bowl on my own. I was not even ashamed to order some more of you to go along with my quesadilla. That was when I realized I had a problem. I dreamed about you and wondered when the next time I could get more.

I tried you everywhere. Sometimes you were so rich and thick, sometimes thin and liquidly. Sometimes you were white and had a few onions (I'm not even going to mention the bad breath you gave me) and others so sunny and yellow with tomatoes. No matter where I went I just knew I had to have you.

I would pretend to go to the grocery store and eat you in the parking lot. I would rush out of the doors of school just to pick you up and bring you to the park. Sometimes I would even bring fries to our dates. You would get jealous but I would always dip my fries into you to make you feel better.

Sometimes I would get stressed out and gain weight from you, but I was always quick to return to you. Always promising to never do such a thing again. After doing that, at least, a million times, I came up with a solution, I would have you AND the gym.

Never will I be separated from you again. Though we may be on a break right now, I promise you will be back in my hands soon for I am never too far away.

XOXO,

Your Obsessed Admirer