Are you an expense? Because I can’t stop spending time thinking about you.
Are you depreciation? Because my resistance to you is decreasing over time.
You’re like a tax refund—completely unexpected but absolutely wonderful.
Are you a CPA? Because you’ve certified my love as authentic.
You must be my capital gain, because meeting you has been a major profit.
Are you double-entry accounting? Because you’re a perfect match for me.
You’ve got me doing emotional audits, and every line points to loving you.
Are you the standard deduction? Because you’re making my life so much easier.
I must be a fixed asset, because my heart appreciates you every day.
Are you net income? Because you’ve become the bottom line of my happiness.
Are you revenue? Because every time I see you, my spirits increase.
Let’s merge like companies, because together, we’d be unstoppable.
Are you inventory? Because I can’t wait to count you as mine.
Are you my tax preparer? Because you’ve got all the right answers.
Are you a contingent liability? Because I didn’t expect to fall for you this hard.
You must be an intangible asset, because I can’t describe how amazing you are.
Are you my tax bracket? Because you’re in a league of your own.
You’ve got my heart crediting love and debiting loneliness.
Are you a trial balance? Because everything feels right when you’re around.
You’re like my favorite spreadsheet—organized, efficient, and absolutely perfect.
Are you a variance report? Because you’re an unexpected surprise.
You must be working capital, because you’re keeping my heart running smoothly.
Are you a ledger? Because I’d trust you with all my entries.
Are you interest revenue? Because my feelings for you just keep growing.
I don’t need to amortize my feelings—my love for you is instant.
Are you a balance sheet? Because my assets and liabilities are all about you.
You’re like a tax credit—an absolute lifesaver.
You must be accounts receivable, because I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.
Are you an internal audit? Because you’ve revealed how amazing you truly are.
I must be inventory, because my heart is turning over just thinking about you.
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