My Love Affair

I can't and won't apologize for it. Everyday, I come to appreciate you more and more. People may not understand our love, they may say it's unnatural; they may even say you don't deserve to be loved the way I love you. But I know the truth.

You're not perfect, of course. No one is. You have a mischevous streak that'll send me on a wild goose chase during a search, just for the fun of it. You'll often decide that you have better things to do and devote to me but the tiniest portion of your attention. At times, in your naivete, you will bring home all manner of riffraff and vagabonds, insisting they are your friends. Sometimes, I even wonder if you can keep a secret.

But you know everything there is to know. You are a glorious, multi-faceted being that can cater to any interest I might have. You gave me Delicious and Stumble Upon to help me and guide me through your deep, deep waters, and you gave me Google, that I may get lost in them. You gave me YouTube where I could laugh at people falling flat on their faces, and you gave me Facebook where I could show my friends just how insensitive I am. You provide me with endless shopping opportunites, that I may look my best, and you give me online banking to remind me to look, but not to touch. You give me email and instant messaging capabilities so that I never again need to hear another human's voice, and you give me 'read receipts' that I may know when I'm being ignored. You give me Mapquest, that I may find my way in the unfamiliar world outside my front door, and you give me FreshDirect, Target.com and Xbox Live, that I may never need to.

So despite your minor imperfections, my love for you endures.. I can, and do, spend hours in your loving embrace. I would be utterly lost without you. I am, always and forever, yours.