A Love Letter to Hamburger

Dearest hamburger,

I’m sure you get this all the time, but hear me out: I am truly, madly, head-over-heels in love with you.

The way you taste. The way you smell. The way our eyes lock before I take a big ol’ bite out of you. That feeling – that delicious, intoxicating, one-of-a-kind feeling you give me – is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. But I know it’s love – it has to be. I can feel it in my gut.

Sometimes you have cheese, sometimes you don't. Sometimes you have bacon, and sometimes I’ll even throw a fried egg on you. But honestly, it’s not about your looks or what you’re wearing; it’s who you are, what you represent, how you make me feel.

I know you’ll always be there for me, through good times and bad. And frankly, I don’t know what I’d do without you. You are the love of my life.

Always and forever,
America