I had to face an awkward situation again when my friend suddenly reminded me of this little thing I did for cheese.

That little thing. I hope cheese still remembers (I almost forgot about it). What was I thinking? Well I did it so that THE cheese would feel happy and appreciated. I already knew it wasn't a big deal for cheese. But it was for me. I wanted this cheese to know that I wanted to make IT special. And so my plan was a success. But THE great cheese didn't know it was me. It doesn't matter, really.

This is really pointless.

You wouldn't be able to decipher the message though.

Unless...