Dear YWS,
Your involvement in my life is significantly affecting my sleep, social life, and even my grades. The call of your lovely font is slowly driving me insane. I am drawn like a moth to a light bulb. My head spins with jealousy when someone else is with you for a single moment more than I. The smell of your blueberry chat room, the touch of your loving, gentle reviews, the sound of your forums whispering my name- all of these things contribute to my madness. I am entranced with you. When I see you on the internet, my heart beats rapidly, and my face flushes red. When our chat messages coincide, creating a cacophony of dinging, I feel my stomach jump with joy at our perfect harmony.
Destiny brought us to this single URL, bound together by a mutual love of all things blue. When I searched Google for writer's websites and found your name, I knew at once we were meant to be. It was love at first view. The way you called me guest made me jealous of others whom you knew by name, and when I registered, I tried desperately to pick a name that would make you smile.
Oh, YWS, my love is true. Distance, other lovers, and your inanimate status cannot keep us apart. I would sift through the internet, sacrifice my many browsers, and deactivate my Facebook account just to be with you. At night I lie awake thinking of your PMs and wondering what we will discuss on the morn. There are many who love you but none who's love is as pure as mine. Love me, YWS, for my heart is already yours.
With love,
Silly Ducky
