Dear Bison Burger,

Lately like the rest of the world I've been tossing around the word "love" a little too much. This crutch has deteriorated its meaning beyond significance. It's in recognizing this that I would like to convey my intentions for you.

I've had a lot of burgers in my day, sure. Honestly, at any given moment I'd be in the presence of any number of styles. But the past few years I've found my taste for them all has dwindled - often to the point of complete disinterest.

Tonight, however, things have changed. And I believe it's for the better.

Now, I wasn't completely sure going in that this was what I wanted. My instincts told me I'd been down this road before - so many times - and as such expectations had diminished. I hope you don't take this personally; how could I have known otherwise?

Every moment I was with you became a sort of blinding bliss. Words spouted to my mouth but I wanted nothing to come betwixt you and I. The short time spent with you has sparked such pure desire - to create, to share, to simply be. It's something I haven't experienced in so long, I don't exactly know what to do next.

Please know my intentions are noble - I don't plan to jump into anything too hasty. My hope is to see you soon again, to spend as much time as I can with you before I leave. Maybe by then we can see how to make a long distance relationship work. I can tell you with no reservations already that I will do whatever it takes to make that happen.

Yours,
Matthew