If you come into my house, I will kill you. You've been warned.
You are really hurting my back and my insides feel like they are stretching. Also, I don't think I can ever stomach onions ever again, but I really really love you. A lot.
Dear Raisin Bran,
You are super yummy. Thanks for being so reliable and what I want in the mornings.
You make a killer roast. I love cooking with you and being your internet research assistant while we try to figure out what temperature to cook things. You are my best friend.
Edited to add: Dear Neighbor, We haven't met yet (which is a shame) but I think your music is really terrible. Stop playing it so loud. Please and thank you.