I've been meaning to say this for a while. It's been a long road, and I think I might be ready to take our relationship to the next level. You've been there for me through thick and thin, through fat and skinny, through love, lust, and loss. That time I lost my purse and literally only had $24 to my name, you gave me a warm burrito bowl to cry into, and I'll never forget that. Sure, you may charge me extra for guac, but I understand that every healthy relationship is a give and take, and that no one is perfect (but you're pretty close).
Others have questioned my devotion to you, but I don't have time for the haters. Every time I get asked “white or brown rice,” or “black or pinto,” I know I've made the right choice, because you're delicious no matter what kind of beans you have in you. Some days I'm feeling mild, some days I'm feeling spicy, but you're always willing to let me choose, and I can even add corn. No one else has ever given me that, and I'm so thankful. Sure, there are plenty of other restaurants out there, but I'll stick with the one that has four delicious protein options (RIP carnitas). They even replace your bowl for free if you drop yours, which I know because it happened to me like three days ago.
People may disagree with me, but sometimes the popular choice and the right choice aren't the same thing. Chipotle has always been good to me, and I can't imagine a better man to come home to. Burrito bowls forever, that's a motto I can live by.
All My Love,