Dear Chocolate Piñata

Hopefully this reaches you in the outer regions of space. Your account was banned.

To minimize my waking nightmare, I will keep this crazy post short. I don’t know how to reach you.

I hope you are ok and wish we were in the parallel universe building Legos in as little as possible. My heart eyes miss your face.

For those that have stayed to the end and are not my chocolate piñata, squeeze your special person tightly on your next rendezvous, the end rarely comes announced.

If you read this and think you should slide, don’t bother, unless you can name the bar in that one city you kept the pen from.