My Dearest Pokey Stix,

For the longest time pizza had my heart, but now you’ve made it hard to choose a favorite. Don’t get me wrong -- you don’t even compare -- you’re on a completely different level, one that I didn’t know was possible. I didn’t think I could love something so simple and delicious this much until I met you freshman year. I knew right away that there was no turning back.

What’s not to love? Your options for dipping sauces and toppings are endless. Your outer edges are perfectly crusted with Parmesan, and your inner pieces are oozing with garlic-cheesy goodness. You’re more than satisfying, you’re perfection – and certainly worth every single calorie… Because let’s face it, we all know you have more than we’d like to think you do.

I love that I can count on you at the end of a night out. I know I won’t be judged when I stumble into Gumby’s Pizza at 2 a.m., and you’ll be there welcoming me with open arms. But it’s not just then -- you’ve always been there from me, no matter what time or day of the week. Whether as a late night snack or a midday treat, you’re just a walk or delivery call away whenever I need you; I can’t thank you enough for that. Let’s not forget the study breaks we spent together during finals week… Thanks for those, too.

I could go on and on, but let’s leave it at this: I love you, Pokey Stix. I couldn’t have done this whole “college” thing without ya.

Love,

Your #1 Pokey Pal