Oh, Bagel, how I love thee. Your delectableness calls to me from across town, and I am drawn, helpless, into the shop. I must have you for my own.
Today I desire you light and doughy, covered in an Everything coating, coyly concealing three slices of Taylor Ham, and sharing your brown bag home with a cup of decaf. Despite the best efforts of the girl at the counter, be she hard of hearing or simply flighty, who gives me regular coffee and serves you to me dark & crispy, I am still under your power and helpless to resist.
Oh, Bagel, how I love to extract you from your foil coating and set you on a deep blue plate, so I may enjoy you with a touch of class. But your tenure on my plate is all too fleeting a pleasure. I have waited all morning to surrender to your charms, and now I must let the memory of our time together carry me gently into evening, where I will attempt to fill the void with a can of Dr. Pepper and a few slices of frozen pizza.
Nothing compares to you, my love, and I will roam these halls empty and aching until the bagel shop opens once again, and I hold you excitedly, expectantly in my hands.
Until we meet again – perhaps with a Salt coating and Fat Free Tuna inside – I remain
Yours, utterly and completely,