Dear Pizza Guy,

You should know that you are nothing less than a gift from the heavens. Your existence has fed my hungry soul, day after day, year after year. You have been a part of my life since childhood and I only pray that you will never leave.

You alone provide the crust of celebration and the warm saucy comfort to sadness. By your two hands, I have been served – no, I have been delivered from the depressed existence of a life without that circle of love.

You never fail to be there, ringing my bell, supporting me through both the highs and the lows. I know I am not your only customer, but I am not ashamed of that. The world deserves to benefit from your marvelous power.

I know the struggles you face to successfully feed the masses on Friday nights. I understand the painful levels of self-control you must maintain while driving around with that savory smell filling the car. I can only imagine the annoying sounds of doorbells constantly ringing their symphonies in your head. I know it must get hard sometimes, but I want you to know that your work is always appreciated.

Thank you for feeding my birthday parties and sleepovers. Thank you for bringing me the magic of bacon cheddar pizza for the very first time. Thank you for bringing the whole family together at one table to make fun of the cheese strings hanging off each other’s chins. Thank you for middle-of-the-night pizzas to cure drunken munchies and the leftovers for a quick breakfast before class the next day. Thank you for unexpected love notes spelled in pepperoni and for the ranch on the side. Thank you for each steaming bite, every satisfying sniff, and all the Pavlov mouth-watering moments caused by that simple ding-dong!

Thank you for bringing the love of my life to my door, hot and safe, in a cardboard box every time I call. I have never met another who fills my heart like you do.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer