Whataburger,

Wow, even when I type your name I get hungry. I can't help it -- your fries, burgers, chicken, biscuits, even your ketchup is delicious, and I can't help but feel as if I am meant to go get a meal right now. How did I ever go so long without you? Why did I ever turn you down? I love you, Whataburger. I really do.

You see, you never judge me. Even when I go in twice a week or twice a day to get food, you accept me. You don't remind me of the caloric or fat intake I am about to indulge in. No, you take me as I am and never say a harsh word toward me or my figure. You're so selfless too. I mean, your whole slogan is all about me, making sure my meal is made just how I like it. You even stay calm when customers steal your table tents. That's quite impressive.

You're always there for me too. Open 24 hours, 7 days a week and serving breakfast from 11 p.m. to 11 a.m. That's my favorite meal, and you provide it for 12 straight hours. On those late night runs when I need something in my stomach after a night of nondescript activities around the night, your doors are always open and welcoming. And really, who can say no to a late night Whataburger run? No one, that's who.

Your portions are absolutely perfect too. A kid's meal, which only costs $3.67, is a perfect amount for me and I can always go back for more of your famous fries. Yet again, proving you will never judge me on how much I eat or the amount of money I spend. Others around me might think lowly of me for the insane amount of fries I can consume in one sitting, but I know that you understand.

I didn't know I loved you until I tried that honey butter chicken biscuit. It is, in fact, all that it's cracked up to be. Chicken, a biscuit and honey butter, what more could anyone need? It might only be available 11 p.m. to 11 a.m., but it is worth that late night or early morning trip.

You might completely ruin my diet, causing the weight gain I've had recently, but at least the food is worth it. I will exercise to burn the calories I eat, then go back for another fry on my way home from the gym. It completely throws me off my routine, but I can't stay away.

With everything aside, Whataburger, you are the best and I thank you for being so kind to me, even when I am overreacting and using your food as a form of comfort. You always stay the same and you'll always be open when I come around looking for another medium fry.