You: the figment of my imagination. The Subreddit of Subreddits.

Me. An anonymous, 22 year old male from another reality. I made a post about you(albeit, in another reality). I dreamed about being a mod of you.

You were so faithful in fruition. You were set on being moderated and you had told me I was the only mod for you. I was going to moderate you so good. I was gonna moderate you from the inside and out repetitively. But what I didn't realize, is that this wasn't a one on one fight.

Yes, I said it. There was someone else who dreamt of you too, as sick as it sounds to the both of us. Someone who was lurking in the dark. He dreamt of you too, but his intent was not pure. No, he stole you. He wanted to share you with the world.

He edge guarded our 1-on-1, items on, Final Destination Relation Station.

And now, now I don't get to moderate you at all. I was on the edge of glory and he came from above and popped me off. Priorities. You can hate the player, but you gotta play the game.

So here I sit. Wallowing in sadness. Wondering where it is you might have gone. I miss you /r/SmashedConnections. I still dream of you. The subtle comfort of my face against the cold screen, feeling as my fingers traces its way around every formation. I don't need to see your code, I can already imagine what's beneath the stylesheets. I think of your format, how beautiful our headers would love against each other.

/r/SmashedConnections, I love you. Please find your way to me. Please find it in your heart to seek me as I sought for you.

Your Smash Bro,

Chad