Dear Netflix,

Yes, I am still watching "Parks and Recreation: 13 hours later, and no you do not need to remind me. I will probably finish the entire seven seasons in one week (or less to be honest), and I do not need the implied judgment that comes from the question, "Would you like to continue watching?" You may as well be asking, "Haven't you got a life or something to accomplish?" Not recently. I obviously haven't stopped watching yet so don't ask me now. Yet, you are more steadfast than any boyfriend I've ever had; I have cried, laughed and screamed with you more so than many of my closest friends. Through the countless hours we have spent together you have learned my deepest secrets and my most embarrassing guilty pleasures.

You offer me great advice on what shows to watch next when I've finished my last marathon, and and a place to vent my anger when all the seasons are not up-to-date. You've reunited me with my childhood ("Fuller House"), and transitioned with me into adulthood; you've come with me to college and offered me a way to procrastinate until the last possible second. You are sometimes crass and to the point, while other times cuddly and affectionate.

You offer me solace from stressful situations and a outlet to forget all my troubles; you are there for me when I come home late at night and when I wake up in the morning. I thank you for the knowledge you have given me about lesbians in prison, and how to deviously steal Presidential Office from under everyone's nose. I thank you for the countless nights spent enjoying each other's company and entertaining my friends at sleepovers. You have taught me, grown with me and become deeply ingrained in my browser history, I can do nothing but send my deepest gratitude for your presence in my life and hope that you will continue with me and impact my future just as greatly.

Yours Sincerely,

A Faithful Subscriber