You keep me going. Here, I wrote a song for you.

you're my special one - you're why I'm a blogger.
you make me forget that I'm a lonely cataloger.
my special one, we've shared our dreams and lives.
you're the only one I let handle my archives.
I knew you'd like it. I'll see you here again in October. It will be our secret place. Just me and you. See you then. The others can go screw themselves. I don't care if they ever come back. But you're different. This place is our secret and no one will ever find us. What? Yes, yes, you can be the town sheriff and I will be the saloon girl. But don't be so rough next time. You can still see the spur marks when I wear shorts. And fyi, my safe word will be shamrock. And don't pretend you didn't hear it.