Ugh. Breakups suck. And no, I’m not just going to talk about my breakup here (even though I really am two days into a breakup at the moment.) But, I can’t seem to get over him. Just like I can’t get over grilled cheese sandwiches. Grilled cheese is like the ex I can’t get over. It’s so bad, yet so good. (Hi, Jake.)
When I eat grilled cheese I am usually not feeling my best. Ya know what I mean? It’s a comfort food, and you only crave comfort when you are feeling sad. Kind of like when I text Jake. It’s like, hello…I am craving comforting!? AKA your attention. AKA your validation. Obviously ignoring me is not the best choice. You get it.
The thing is I can’t seem to move on. Everyone’s like “Lindsay, stop going to Daily Grill and ordering grilled cheese sandwiches off the kid’s menu.” But for some reason I cannot stop myself. Just like when everyone says “Lindsay, you can do so much better than Jake. Jake is an asshole!” I agree yet I still can’t stop myself from driving by his place to see if his car is outside. If his car’s not outside then I assume he’s with another girl, and that requires some serious comfort food.
I’m just like, really stuck in this bad cycle of grilled cheese, Jake. Grilled cheese, Jake again. And then maybe a strawberry milkshake. The thing is grilled cheese actually tastes really good. It is so simple, but kind of so complex at the same time. Especially when there’s more than one cheese. I also love some applewood bacon thrown in there from time to time. And Jake, well he seems so simple, yet he is so complex at the same time too. I love him but I don’t think he really ever loved me. Then you add in his whole “I never want to marry you” speech. It’s complicated. I guess a complex grilled cheese is definitely better than a complex relationship.
Look, I’m not going to talk about my breakup anymore. This is about grilled cheese. I don’t think I’ll ever get over loving grilled cheese. I like every grilled cheese photo I see on Instagram, and I stupidly like every photo Jake posts. (Even though he unfollowed me, blocked me, and I had to create a new account.) I’m okay with my attachment to grilled cheese, but my ex has got to go. Grilled cheese is like the ex I can’t get over, but hopefully it will heal my heart one cheesy bite at a time.