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.
Are you goodwill? Because you’re making me feel priceless.
You must be an accountant because I’ve put you on my payroll.
Hey girl, do you know why they call me Gross Profit? Well actually, no one does...they just call me gross.
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