Before I met you I didn't believe in infinity. I was aware of the theory, but I just figured numbers would go up to four thousand and fifty eight or so and get bored. You've shown me that five thousand exists, and that six thousand is a very real possibility. I don't quite believe in infinity yet, but five thousand and possibly six thousand is a darn sight closer than four thousand and fifty eight.
I didn't know that towels came in colours other than blue, but you showed me that they did. You opened my eyes to the delicious world of reds, greens, and even stripes. Ohhhhh, the stripes! Do you remember the stripes? I was so scared of the stripes, but you held my hand throughout, and I knew that as long as I was with you, everything would always be ok.
I was so high on Jesus. Jesus was my drug, but you helped me kick the Jesus habit. You showed me a better drug, you introduced me to heroin. I am so much better off now thanks to you. I've got all that junk out of my system, and now I can fill it with pure pure chemicals that feel so much better. Detoxing was hard, but you were with me. You were strong for me when I wanted to go to church, you just held me and told me you loved me, and helped me inject heroin between my toes. I don't tell you enough how thankful I am for you changing my life. Thank you.
Do you remember the first time you rimmed me? Boy was that a surprise. It felt uncomfortable and slimy at first, but you persisted and my embarrassment soon gave way to all the positive feelings associated with having a squirmy tongue in my bottom. It would have been so easy for you to give up when I let out that little fart in shock, but you're a strong, wonderful woman, and it didn't faze you.
The train level on Goldeneye was a real bugger to complete for me. You showed me where I could get the RCP-90 on the agent difficulty level, and how to shoot Natalya after shooting Ouromov. It's for this that I love you most of all.
I love you.