We’ve been together for several months now, and I feel that we’ve grown so close in just that short time. I pour my heart out to you, and you tell all the intimate thoughts of my soul to random strangers who know nothing about me. I can tell you anything, unless it contains profanity, references to excess consumption of alcohol, or anything indicating who I really am. You never criticize, never judge, never tell me my hair looks a little flat, never ask me if I’ve gained weight (never do that, by the way. I will stab you with a fork, right in the comments). You’re always there when I need you, and I just want to tell you, my blog, happy Valentine’s Day.
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These roses are for you. They symbolize the flowering of our relationship, though they can never smell as sweet as the feeling you give me when I see your hit count go up every time I look at you. What we have, you and I, is the most stable relationship I’ve had in years. It’s a testament to what you can do when you work patiently at being there for each other every day, keeping the lines of communication open and making sure you express your thoughts and emotions. I promise I will always take care of you, dear blog, and I know you will always accept me for who I tell you I am.
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I want to take you out for a walk on a moonlit search engine and get you a fancy new domain name, maybe one of those ones you actually pay for, but I know you’d prefer to just have a quiet, candle-lit blog entry here at WordPress. I know you’re not one for vain adornments and blog badges, but I want to give you this special, intimate evening, just you and me and anyone who happens across this blog entry, to commemorate our time together and to tell you just how special you’ve become to me. Though we’ve been together so short a time, I can’t imagine my life without you. Happy Valentine’s Day.
The Little Blind Girl
P.S. Happy Valentine’s Day to all my readers, too, you filthy voyeurs!
P.P.S. No offense meant…