Dear can of Cherry Coke,
I love you.
I have missed you.
I live in Mexico and they don’t sell you here. (I know, I know. A tragedy.)
However, I happened to find a lone can or two of you at my favorite Cabo grocer: C.C.C.
You tasted like heaven.
Sweet high fructose corn syrup plus artificial cherry flavor, I love you.
I am happy to pay the equivalent of $2.09 USD for you, per can.
It was a heavenly splurge.
And I love you.