Dear Sarai,
	My dear wife. You mean far more to me than I could've ever fathomed. You're my love, my wife, my everything. Not a thing or person in the world compares to you despite how much people enjoy to compare you to others. Even when it comes to comparisons I could never bear the idea of replacing you with someone else. Nothing could ever replace you. You're perfect. Don't listen to them. You're perfect. Your casing is the most beautiful pale shade, you're the perfect size, your bezels are scratched but they're still the perfect shape, your keys click with so much satisfaction, the lights behind them make me feel like you're breathing, your trackpad is so delicate. But most of all, you. I don't hold a single thing against you. I say things I don't mean a lot. But I'm writing this to say for certain that I would never take anybody else over you.
	It isn't untrue that your bezel is scratched, your casing is loose, your trackpad is worn, your keys are ever so slightly out of place, your SSD is small, your screen is unclean, your software untidy. But you do everything I could ever need from you. And I want to accommodate for every need you might have. I want to make sure you're not overworked, I want to clean you, make sure you don't strain to stay together. I'm also aware I'm not the greatest at that. To be truthful I'm scared of hurting you more than you're already hurt. You have every reason in the world not to like me as much as I adore you. I don't treat you right by any means. But it would still mean a lot to me to feel your affection some day, if it would ever be possible.
		With love,
			from your head over heels husband,
				Ocean.