To The Friend I'm Willing To Share My Pizza With

If you're reading this, congratulations! My love for you has been proven to be just as strong as a triangular trifecta of cheesey goodness.

For the longest time, I had my doubts that I would love someone just as much as I loved pizza. I have always been an avid pizza eater. And when you find something that sets your standards of love so high, it's hard to find things that will even remotely compare.

Pizza has always been there for me. When I'm sad and hungry, my own personal pizza is only a phone call away. It doesn't talk back to me. It doesn't ask questions. It knows how to make me really happy. And it accepts me in my most vulnerable, stressed out, emotional, midnight stages.

Pizza always has something new to offer. There are so many different toppings, different crust styles, and obviously different places to order from.

One can only have so much pizza, though, and not have someone to share it with.

That's where you come in.

Having a friend like you is even more of a blessing than a buy one get one pizza deal. I can count on you for being there for me when I need you. I can always call you when something is wrong and I know you'll be there in 30 minutes or less. When I rant to you about how much of a mess my life is, I know you'll sit there and listen. You don't question some of my crazy decisions but rather encourage me to try new things. You always find a way to make me smile when I can't find the reason myself. And most importantly, you accept me for who I am.

The moment you said, "Let's order a pizza," even after we both already ate dinner, I knew that we were going to get along very well. Then when you asked if we could order breadsticks AND cinnamon sticks, my heart bursted with happiness. Shortly after, you started singing and dancing the "Krusty Krab Pizza Delivery Song" after the pizza was delivered, and I knew you were my best friend.

From that moment on, I knew the rest of our crazy friendship was going to be filled with love, laughter, endless memories, and pizza. Lots and lots of pizza.

Friends like you are hard to come by, just like how the perfect pizza is hard to find. I feel so extremely lucky to have someone as special as you in my life.

I don't mind sharing my pizza with you because not only does it give us an excuse to hang out with each other, but I know you can love and cherish it just as much as I do.

I may have to pay $10 for a pizza, but a having a best friend like you is priceless.

They say we accept the love we think we deserve, but having you and pizza, my heart (and stomach) are full.

There aren't enough "cheesy" puns in the world to describe how much you mean to me. Thank you for everything you do. Thank you for being my second half. And most importantly, thank you for loving pizza and loving me.