Dearest Carbs,
It's been too long since we talked... I mean, really TALKED.
Sure, we see each other every day. Usually at breakfast, lunch, and dinner (and sometimes for a little afternoon delight in between).
But I feel like I haven't told you how much you mean to me in too long.
Honestly, I've been using you. You never fail to make my day brighter, yet I offer you nothing in return.
Well, Carbs, I freakin' love you and I'm sorry.
When I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, there you are in the form of a warm, delicious bagel, ready to make everything better.
When I don't want to eat lettuce, I can always count on you to disguise it between two pieces of bread in a sandwich. And suddenly, lettuce doesn't seem so bad.
When I go out and get too drunk, you never judge me. You're just there for me in the form of a cheesy, ooey-gooey, piece of pizza.
Thank you, Carbs. For being there for me in good times, and in bad.
And even though I don't say it enough: I love you.
