Dear Spicy C,
This letter is very hard for me write. While we've only been together for a little over a year, I feel like we've really grown together. You've always been a very good friend of mine, and I could always count on you. I remember that day when Cheyenne told me that I couldn't handle a you. He said you were just too much for me. Too hot. But I didn't listen. I knew what we were. I knew what we represented. You and your spiciness and me with my jalapenos.
That first crunchwrap, the first soft taco, every time you gave me what I needed, something different. Well, you're gone now. It's over. I get it.
We'll always have our time at Taco Bell.
Sincerely, Matt Q