Dear Hostess Cherry Fruit Pie,
Don't think I didn't notice the way you've been looking at me, sitting there in the front of the third row of the vending machine over the past week. I can only imagine what you've been thinking about, as I passed by so many times on my way to the coffee machine. You imagining me holding you gingerly yet firmly as my tongue swirled around in your succulent filling and my teeth nibbled at your flaky crust.
And sure I gambled, taking the chance that you'd be swiped by someone else while I played hard to get, and I'm sure you started to feel lonely as you were passed by for Andy Capp's Hot Fries, Doublemint Gum, and Famous Amous Chocolate Chip Cookies. But I just wanted you to wait a little longer, so that the moment my teeth broke your glazed seal would be all the better for the both of us.
Finally, our wait is over.