Give it to Me Caliente: A Love Letter to Tacos [#52weeks]


Dear Tacos,

I know I’ve never been totally honest about my feelings for you. Now is the time for me to open up. I’ve felt this way for a long time, probably even longer than I realized. But after a while I came to see that you’ve always been there for me, tacos. You were there when I needed a light snack, and there when I felt like I could just about fry up a whole horse and eat it. How could I not fall in love with you?

Tacos, you make me feel good no matter what we’re doing. Wether we’re out on the town, and I’m in a little black dress, or cuddling up together in sweatpants on the couch. You make every moment better. There’s nothing complicated about being with you.

And I want you to know, tacos, I’ve never doubted you. I never look at you and ask myself: “Why do I love tacos?” There’s never a dull moment with you, either. But I can still take you home to meet my parents. Even my friends like you.

I remember, back in college, when I was out in Massachusetts and we were trying the long-distance thing… that was a hard time in my life. I missed you so much, tacos. They don’t understand you out there. I know we were able to laugh when someone couldn’t pronounce “carnitas”, but it hurt. Let’s never do that again, ok?

Now you know, tacos. Now you know that I love you. I can only hope that you feel the same.

Yours always,

Emily xoxo

P.S. I know I’ve had a thing on the side with Pizza from time to time, but you gotta believe me baby, Pizza and I will never have what we have.