Two years ago when Daniel and I first started dating, we got stuck in a hard place where we couldn’t see each other for a few weeks or a month or however long. As an artist, I am inherently expressive and dramatic. As a writer, I am verbose and long winded on top of that. As an outlet for separation anxiety and just being bummed out, I threatened to write a manifesto about the “Daniel Blackout”. My roommate (and, back then, friend) accused me of being dramatic. So, I did this out of spite. Ha ha.