Food is Love.
Hello black bean burrito. You were made just for me. I love you. You are food, and you cannot show love, but I love you all the same.
You are meant to be mine, and you will all be in my belly soon.
I am your best friend. I am your worst enemy. I am your destroyer. Others may say that a fork is not for burritos, but forks are for everything, so they are all wrong. Giant burrito, you may fall apart, but just like with the things that don’t go the way we want in life (like when my little dog pull toy lost his leg), I will pick up the pieces, and you will all come together in my little belly. It’s warm in my belly, burrito, and you can take a little food nap after we are done here. Until next time, my little friend.