I think I'm in love with Cheese. He was always there for me. Through the good times and the bad. He never said I was fat like some lovers did. When I was cold, he would always melt warmly in my mouth. When I was sad, he was there to cheer me up. Why do I love Cheese? Because he's always been good to me. Except for that time during Christmas, when I saw too much of him and gained weight.
