It’s hard to put this any other way, but I really really have the hots for you.
It’s always been that way, heck you even had to kick me out back when you didn’t have your Pro stuff going on, but as soon as I heard that was available we were back like, well, pretty bloody quickly.
You just do stuff so well, so crisp, so clean, so elegant, so intelligent.
But, dammit, there’s something coming between us, and it’s not me, it’s you. You and your horrendous https failings.
I’ve written you a poem about it: