It’s about time

Dear You me too,

I know this might seem a little bit corny (and I know you’re already getting embarrassed), but on this, our special, day I decided to put down in words just how much I love you. It’s true. I really do.

I know I never say it enough (okay, never say it at all). But today is our anniversary so it seems like a good time to tell you what you really mean to me. You are my loyal friend and have never let me down. I know you often feel neglected, even ignored. And I admit, I sometimes forget that you are there (except when I notice you’ve put on a few extra pounds). I know I’m probably not the ideal partner. I get impatient when you are slow. I get angry when you are clumsy. I know I always seem to focus on what you do wrong rather than on the million miniscule things you do right every day of our life.

Today, and for the very first time, I realized just how important you are to me. Where would I be without you? Who would I be without you? What would I be without you?!

You are my best buddy, my blood brother, my significant other. You are not the love of my life. You are my life! 

Happy birthday to you, dear body and faithful abode.

                                                                                  Love,                                                                                                                                                                       Brain

P.S.  You can blow out our candles. (Try to do it in one breath this time… but no pressure.) Leave the wish making up to me (I’ve got a good idea).

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