Letter to Poppy

My dear Poppy,

I don't really understand what happened to us.

When we've been tied, together, in that box, I thought we were made to live together forever.

Then, things started getting all wrong. I've been untied and bubblewrapped. Then I made a long journey, locked alone, in a box.

I woke up this afternoon, far from that place I started naming our home.

Now that we're appart, I promess that I will always be thinking of you.

I know that I will probably never see you again. But you must be sure that you will remain my one and only Poppy.

Please, let me know how you're doing. Hearing from you would probably help soothing my pain.

With love,

Your Chip.

Done