My
Relationship with Pizza
Dear Pizza,
I
love you, unfortunately. There, I said it. I don’t know why you do this to us. Yes, I said “us.” I knew of my
husband’s love for you before I married him, and I was okay with that. I never
thought I would be a victim.
I remember when I
first fell in love with you, and it wasn’t at first site. My husband and I were
newly married when he brought you home. We didn’t even have a table in our
house to place you on. We just sat on the floor; the three of us. Together. I
made eye contact with your greasy pepperoni atop your mozzarella cheese. I
winced. You didn’t look my type, but you were dinner that night.
As I picked up one
of your slices, a tear of grease slid down it and landed on the box as if to
say, “Goodbye, Box, my old friend.” I laid you down on my simple, white paper
plate only to pick you up again. You seemed a little down, so I used both my
hands to lift you up--to my mouth. I took a big bite, ensuring that both cheese
and pepperoni would make it in.
Pizza, this is
when I fell in love with you. Your pepperoni had the right amount of spice; it
was the life of the party in my mouth. Mixed in was the grease that felt like a
hot summer day, and the cheese fit in perfectly. Let’s not forget your crust!
It was tortilla chips but with Wonder Bread, the right softness with a little
crunch.
You’ve been there
for me ever since then. Remember my pregnancy? Yes, we became very well
acquainted during those long months of growing a human. I wouldn’t be surprised
if you steal the little one’s heart, like you did her parents. After she was born,
you were our first meal after we arrived home. Our neighbor across the street
knocked on the door, and there you were in her hand. I could smell your aroma;
calling to me.
We even had you
for dinner tonight! I cannot resist you, Pizza. You have gone to my thighs. You
are the reason I cannot lose the weight I gained from the pregnancy, but a
small part of me says, “It’s worth it.” You were there when life changing
moments were happening to my family, like our little one taking her first
steps, and I am grateful. I know one day I might need to say goodbye to you for
my health, but today is not that day. You’re family.
Love you till I
can’t anymore,
Sabrina
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I love you all and thanks for reading!
Sabrina
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