You complete me. No, really, you complete me.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of absent words, I fear no assignment, for your gold website is with me. Your synonyms and antonyms, they comfort me. You prepare a table of plenteous words in the presence of my deadlines; you anoint my essays with sparkling adjectives; my word count overflows.
You’re a giver, Thesaurus.com, and I like that about you. You’re unselfish. You’re a servant. You give and you give, asking nothing in return but just a hint of what I’m thinking about. Sometimes this is frustrating but I understand that in our complex relationship I can’t expect you to be a mindreader.
Though sometimes I take you for granted and fail to appreciate the magnitude of your hard work and diligence, you never leave. You’re always there. And I want you to know how sincerely grateful I am for your contribution to the greater good of all things word-related, which is all of life. So really, we could change your name to lifechanger.com. Maybe even lifesaver.com because you’re especially clutch at helping us survive deadlines.
What I’m trying to say is that you’re the real, actual, absolute, authentic, certain, evident, honest, legitimate MVP.
A would-be writer