Patrick, I know the post was meant as a joke and I can surely identify with the content.
Some years ago, I wrote the little thing below. It pretty much says how I feel about growing older with my sweetie. Sorry for the hijack.
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I HAVE A PLACE
I have a place.
I go there for quiet solitude.
It affords me moments of warmth for however long I stay.
When there, I can close my eyes,
allowing my mind to do likewise.
Though they be fragile,
there is strength in those surroundings.
As I enter this place, my own strength is renewed.
I have a name for this place,
this place I longed for through the years.
This place that engulfs me with the softness of its surroundings.
Prompting me to anticipate going there again and again.
That place;
Your arms.
