Your dining room table/milk crate basks elegantly in the glow of candlelight. Your man/lady/partner sits uneasily, looking about quizzically (Where's the food? I don't see any food. WHERE'S MY GODDAMN FILET MIGNON?). The oven dings. You stand, haughtily, and bring forth your handcrafted heart-shaped pizza, covered in a colorful shower of heart-shaped toppings. Sure, it's a little silly. But it's also the only way they will ever know you love them. Ever.