I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a mysterious blogger called [Can’t Say]. She smells of printer ink and HTML.
Today I sent her an email and just sat by my computer hoping she would respond. I even told her my real name – just to show how much I trusted her. Eventually, after hours of anxious waiting, the mysterious girl finally responded to my heartfelt email but still she insisted on being called [Can’t Say].
If ever [Can’t say] were to find it in her heart to reveal her true name to me, I am sure it would be a name more pleasant to my ears than any other sound I have ever had the privilege of whispering.