Dear Cheesesteak!

Dear Cheesesteak,

I needed to write to you because no matter how hard I try I just cannot stop thinking about you. I can't shake the memories I have of you. When I saw you in Philly I wasn't sure quite what to think about you. I must admit I couldn't take my eyes off of you. The whole time I watched you, I quietly prayed you would choose me. Little did I know you were hoping I would choose you too! When you ended up on my plate I breathed a sigh of relief like a jaywalker who had just escaped the overzealous cops.

Oh, my cheesesteak. So warm. So greasy. So cheesy. So steaky. So good.

I chewed you to my heart's content. I whispered sweet nothings to you. I promised you the world. I would lasso the moon for you, Cheesesteak.

I shall never forget the 4 minutes we shared in Philly.

For such a brief moment in history you made me so very happy.

And then you were gone.

Until we one day meet again,

Anson