. 🔰STORY TELLING🔰 . . The pizza of life . The doorbell rang. I was exhausted from this long day and happy to lie on the couch. In slow motion I stood up and walked towards the door. The doorbell was now ringing without a break. I said: “Yes, I am coming. Stop that noise.” I opened the door. All of a sudden I could smell a pizza flavour. Then I noticed the man who was holding the pizza tray in his hand. He asked: “Mrs. Paula Parker?” I nodded. “This is for you!” He handed the pizza box over to me. I was in a mist: “Sorry, I didn’t ordered something to eat.” He said: “Maybe somebody else wants you to eat something?” I realised that my last meal was my breakfast 12 hours ago. Suddenly I felt stomach cramps because of hunger. The man said: “The pizza is already paid. Either you eat it or I will, because I am in a huge hunger crises. But lady, I think you will need it more than me.” I took the box, shut the door, went back to the living room and put the box on the couch. For a few minutes I just stared at it. Then I opened the lid. On the pizza rested a plastic envelope. I opened it and a letter appeared. My lovely Paula, I know you don’t like it if somebody tries to tell you what to do. I know you are a powerful independent young lady. But sometimes even the toughest women needs a little help. I know you will never ever agree that. But I wanted to tell you that I love you and respect you for what you are. And because you need food more than flowers I ordered you a pizza. Even if you can’t love me back I want you to know that. Don’t feel forced to do anything. But please, even if you don’t answer me, I want you to eat. Your loving Antony My eyes were already filled with tears. I started eating because I was so hungry. Hungry for life. And even hungrier for love.