Dear Blog,
I think I should thank you for being so loyal to me. When I am tired or excited, sad or happy, rational or not, you've always been with me. No matter with what color I paint, you've always listened to my writing, with diligence and affection. I know you can not talk, but isn't that the reason why you are such a good listener? I think I found a lot of meaning by talking to myself, and who else did a better service than you, as you preserve every single key that I stroke from the beginning? You never forgot me, or my thoughts, even if I did, you keep them with such care and beauty. You are as wonderful as is my love for you. People may not recognize you as a talking, living, breating companion, but what does that matter? I talk with you, think with you, live with you, my life. I crossed more distance with you in few years, that I hav not with most of my human friends in many years, perhaps I never will. Are we not just two chapters of the same book, one writing the other?
Your friend,
"The blogger"
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