We waited for you at the base of the Y. We waited all day and night. Yet again, we were there, and you were anywhere but.
You know we care for you. We love, and that much is made clear. We fight, and even then are fueled by unadulterated adulterous passion. You know we love you. So you know it pains us to call you a bald-faced liar.
You say you slid into our DMs and pitched feature stories. You say we ignored your emails and phone calls. We’re writing to show you that that’s not true. You never slid into our DMs. We replied to your emails. We don’t even have a phone number for you to have called. Will you accuse us of leaving you at an altar never built?
Say it. Your love for us was one of which we both merely dreamt.
You know we care for you, The Daily Universe. You know we want you (carnally). But the deepest of reveries are still only that. You can’t draft a fantasy in your head and expect it to manifest in our inbox.
Show us you can do better. Show us you can be better. Show us you care. For real.
All our unrequited love,
The Alternate Universe
