If you want my love you got it.
When you need my love you got it.
I won’t hide it.
I won’t throw your love away.
Yuck! Do you know how much I hated that song? I’d much rather be singing:
Surrender, surrender, but don’t give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.
But the first song is more appropriate, and it applies to so many of the people I have corresponded with since starting this bloglike substance.
And like others, I too am having the devil’s own time picking just one (or even two) bloggers to whom I would write this love letter.
I thought about skipping it altogether, taking the wussy way out.
I thought about writing about every person in my blogrolls.
I thought about writing a message to my love and leaving their name off it.
In the end, I’ll suck it up, risk offending 100 other people, realize the ones who I’m afraid of offending wouldn’t get offended anyway, and write something besides BITE ME to my psychotherapist all night.