Now I just want to write a little something about Mark. Why? Because I love him. He's one of my best friends. When I'm feeling like crap, he's there to make sure I feel better. When we are broke, he goes to work earlier to hopefully bring home a higher paycheck. He rubs my feet and my back even though he absolutely hates it. He tucks me into my bankie at night even if he arrives home after I've already fallen asleep. He worries about me. He misses me even if he saw me five minutes ago. He will call me just to hear my voice. He will snug with me until I fall asleep. If I put something on his honeydo list, it's typically done within a couple of days. He's funny. He cares about me. He cares about us. He cares about Yoda and Sherman.
Mark, I love you.

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