it isn't you and i anymore. i promise i will get you fixed. i worry about the salt eating you bit by bit, year by year. i talk about you going away but you must know that i love you too much to replace you.

how can something so inanimate be so alive?

please don't be bad. we have so much fun together. you are nice to my friends. you get used by them. all i have to do is adjust a little and then you are back to normal.

have i told you that you are secretly my best friend?