My love,

I’m writing this letter because it’s been a while since we’ve been together. Even in your absence, I can tell that you are still with me. I love the way you make me feel after a long day of work. Through all of the pain, the tears, and the good times, I’ve loved you. I find it comforting, most of all, your readiness to support me in my moments of darkness. It’s only fitting that I show my appreciation through this letter, so hopefully you know how much I care for you.

I remember when we first met. It was a bright afternoon. I had just come home from an exhausting day at school, and I wasn’t looking forward to beginning my calculus homework. I entered the house to see my mother and my aunt sitting at the kitchen table. They greeted me warmly, but before I could respond, you caught my eye immediately. Even in the crappy orange lighting of our kitchen lamp, you glowed. There you were, hiding between my mom and my aunt. They moved out of the way to reveal you to me — a gift they had brought home for me. 

I will admit: It took me a while to get used to you. I was a busy person. And I cannot recall having a sweet tooth prior to meeting you. However, your sweetness was a welcomed balance to my chaotic life. At first, I was shy, so I mostly kept you locked away in our fridge -– only to come back to you occasionally when I got bored of being in my room and craved something to eat. And every single time I needed you, there you were. 

As I got older, I admit that we drifted apart. Yet, despite me promising myself that it was better if we stayed apart, despite me rejecting you and moving on, despite all these forces keeping us apart, I couldn’t stay away for long. Your sweetness and slightly sour taste are to die for. And the best part — the one I always save for last? Your golden brown crust, a delicious surprise.

I don’t deserve you. Even when I’m engulfed by sadness and shedding enough tears to fill a bathtub, you never fail to make me smile. There are very few things that make me laugh and you are one of them. My favorite moment is when I’ve taken you out of the fridge so you’re nice and crisp. Because of you, I now look forward to the end of a long day. I look forward to the moment when I’ve arrived home because I know you are waiting for me. 

I love you, cheesecake, and everything you are to me. 

With love, 

Zakilya Brown

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