I miss you. I’m sorry I haven’t been around. I apologize for (seemingly) rejecting you these last few weeks. I’m sorry I haven’t made our usual appointments. The problem is, I’m forced to be inside a hermetically-sealed box 40 hours a week in exchange for money. I know that it’s a sour deal for you – and believe me, it’s a sour deal for me, too – but rest assured, I will make it up to you. I worship you and no stupid job is going to keep us apart. I see you have shown up every day for me. I have made an effort to meet with you for 20 minutes a day during my lunch walks (I only get 30 minutes and need 10 minutes to eat), and you are always highest on my priority list. I look forward to seeing you every day when I burst through the doors of that antiquated, sad place. Your power is infinite and I have the highest respect for you. I know we used to see each other every day and often for several hours a day. I’m working as hard as I can to make the current situation temporary so we can get back on track for our usual rendezvous’s. In fact, it is my life goal to become a self-employed, freelance designer so that you and I can be reunited once again. In the end, I do it all for you. Because in the end, you are the beginning and the end, you are the infinite source of all that is sacred and to reject you is profane. I will see you soon.