I love you.
I have been in love with you for a long time but now I know this is the real thing. This is no puppy love, this is no ordinary love. Now that I have experienced you, you've ruined me for other countries.
I love your people (sober), I love your landscapes (sans wolves), I love your untouched innocence (sans wolves and drunks). You've made an honest woman out of me. I am ready to commit and pick you, above all other countries - as my favorite.
Some days the constant barrage of goat meat and horse milk wore me down and some nights your harsh weather and roaming yaks made it impossible to sleep. But I am willing to look past all your imperfections and accept you as a whole. Beautiful, vast, majestic, alcoholic and kind. Will you marry me?
