Since when can a pizza break your heart?

I walked down a frozen food aisle and stared into each glass pane, passing brightly colored boxes until I found what I was looking for...the best frozen pizza ever. Undoubtedly, I'm talking about Home Run Inn (the uncured pepperoni one, of course). I remember the first time we ever made one together and I let you in on my secret...piling on fresh vegetables before sticking it in the oven. It's magic every time. Then I had a thought...now you're going to be making pizza with her instead of me. What if she thinks it's "your thing" you do together...but really...it was "our thing"? I wanted to cry right there between the DiGiorno and the Jack's. Surely, people would think I was nuts. What is so sad about frozen pizza and why is this girl making a scene? I felt like I was losing everything that was ours...Lisa's, Cielito Lindo, China Hut, penguins, late night trashy TV. I still feel all of it slipping through my grasp. And the tighter I hold on, the faster it leaves. I just want to wake up holding your hand one more time. But, I know it won't be enough. It never is.