Darlingest! Can you believe it's been 100 posts for us? I know! The year anniversary happened earlier this month and obviously, it was special to both of us [cough] but this little milestone seems somehow more significant.
100 times we've gotten together. We've talked. We've laughed. We've cried. Okay, mostly that was me, but I really felt you were there, you were part of the whole thing. Even when you laugh mockingly at me as you appear to be doing now. I shan't pay it any mind.
When I glance back over 100 posts of yammering, whining, complaining, spewing, I have to ask:
Did I say anything important?
I think we can chime in on a resounding "NO." And I don't feel too terrible about it. No, really. I don't. While I know there are vastly more important topics of discussion in the world and far more critical issues to examine, I don't think this is the place for them.
So. 100 posts. All we've come to mean to one another...and you don't bring me flowers anymore.