Dear I can’t even say your name,

You are temptation in its purest form: Raw, tart, bitter and salty. My mouth craves you, and your incomparable taste. But my insides loathe you, and the constant pain you bring me!

Oh Brie! You haunt me at every holiday, sitting daintily on every cheese platter, ready to be cut into and devoured. My mother tells me to avoid you because she knows the pain I will endure afterwards! Yet, I can never resist the creamy treat that you are. This was supposed to be a goodbye letter, but we both know that I can never really say goodbye to you.

Love,

A lactose intolerant