May 9, 2012

My dearest,

You’re at the office. I email you a PDF of an article. “Could you please help me to print this?” I ask.

“Sure,” you say and you print the article. You do things for me, small stuff and big stuff. I never seem to thank you enough.

“Thanks,” I say.

“No problem.”

“You always do stuff for me. You do so much for me.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t know, sometimes, what I’ve done to deserve you.”

“Huh?”

“Maybe I was Mahatma Gandhi in my previous life or something. I must have done lots of good deed and shit.”

“It’s just two pages of paper. Okay, what.”

Yeah, we are.

Yours, ever and always.