I’ve been skirting around this issue for awhile now, and I guess what I’m getting at is that I love you. Yes, that’s right. This very moment shall be remembered as the time of my confession. A confession of love. One that should not come as a big surprise, to be honest. I mean, we’ve been together for as long as I can remember. Our thoughts are practically one and the same. But this love, that had been quietly bubbling beneath the surface of my emotions, must now come to light. What’s that? Step away from the mirror, you say?