As 2010 approaches, and Christmas is upon us, I place my love (and my crackers) in that closet you so painstakingly organize for me. You keep me pretty even when I’m not, clean when I’d rather be dirty, and honest when we both know that neither clean nor pretty is necessary at the moment.
I am yours for another cycle. May they continue to be measured in astronomical units neither of us understands rather than solar ones every human can count.
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