So I was walking along today thinking about how much I wanted a slice of pizza. All day long, all I could think about is how AWESOME it would be to get a piece. The combo of pure cheesy goodness on top of a melody of savor and tangy tomato all slathered together on a nice, crisp, thin crust with the Swiss filled edges.

I get home and the first thing I do is order that pizza I craved so much. They promised 30 minutes or less, but even that small amount of time seemed to go on for an eternity.

Then, finally, I hear a sound at the door. There stands a man, glistening and glowing. He holds a small box, inside it I assume to be my satisfaction.

I give the kind soul the fee for my prize along with a more than generous tip. I slam the door and rip open the top to see my pizza, beautiful and delicious, staring me in the face.

Carefully, I pick up the first piece. It did not bend nor flop as I edged it towards my mouth. As I clamped my mouth down around the hot, cheesy, goodness, I could feel my legs cripple from the shear power of the amazing taste of this culinary masterpiece.

That first bite, my dear friend, it you.In my opinion, this is exactly how I feel when I see that you have 'faved' a piece of my artwork.

In other words, thank you. It's bites of pizza like you that get me through every day.

~TeraSiren

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