Dear lunch,

I'm sorry that I've been disregarding you. I'm not feelin' so hot. You just don't understand me so well lately. We're different. You weren't what I wanted, what I needed. Today, though, I saw you sitting there, atop the microwave, hidden in your pretty little wrapper, titled Jasmine Rice, and I have to admit, you looked rather fine. I noticed you leaning over the refrigerator shelf, tipping your lid to me, in your curry sauce way. I couldn't resist you, as you tossed yourself together, and ran through a fine mist of fresh ground pepper and sea salt, finally landing into a well-prepared glass bowl, and slyly nudging a spoon in my direction. What was I thinking? I miss you so....I'll be seeing you tomorrow as well. Does 12:30 work for you? Why don't you wear that cute little falafel and pita bread combo that I like so much. You know the one... Love, Mac