A Love Letter

We’ve already been together a year, but I still get butterflies every time I see you, my red microwave. My life is more exciting, just because you’re in it. You’re so special and unique in everything you do. Whenever I need you, you’re right there. You never leave me hanging, or try to play games with me. When I need my leftover pizza warmed up, you’re always willing to help, no matter what time of day or night. I love you for what you do for me, yes, it’s true; I also love you just because you’re you. So many other microwaves are content with being white or black or silver—but you had the guts to be different, and express your own sense of style. Some hoity-toity microwaves insist on being installed into the wall instead of being content with sitting on the countertop. That’s just another thing I love about you—you’re laid-back and satisfied with what we have together. You’re always up for adventure and a change of scenery. If the kitchen needs rearranging, you’re happy to sit on any counter. I am assured that when life calls me to another job, another town, you’ll come with me. My best friends don’t love me enough to move with me wherever I go, but you do, and I’m so thankful for such steadfast love. My heart will break if our relationship ever ends—please, we won’t let that happen, will we? I love you and I need you, my red microwave. No matter how many new models come out, no matter what new technology develops, I will be faithful to you, as I vowed: “For better or worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health.” Here’s looking forward to many more years of bliss—whoever said relationships were tough?