Sunday, January 3, 2010

To: Martin

Dear Martin,
I love you. I'm so glad you love me...even when I worry about EVERYTHING, like if the last piece of bread I threw away will be lonely and sad, cry for no reason, expect you to rub my back/feet every day, and beg you to make pasta every night for dinner even when you've made a dinner that would win you awards on Food Network.  You are truly amazing and I am the luckiest girl in the whole world.  Thank you for loving me for me
love,
me



1 comment :

  1. bobby and i both have the inanimate object complex. We both can't throw things away unless it has a friend :)

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