Letter 39

27 4 0
                                    

Dear my precious Ruby,

Sometimes, when the stars are positioned just right through my small window, I can almost see the falling ones. The ones you would point out. The ones that look so bright it's almost like they're going to fall into our lap.

I guess we thought the universe owed us something.

Maybe it did.

Maybe it still does.

Maybe it owes me one little falling star for everything I've been through. One little star that couldn't hold on like it's sisters had. One little measly star to replace you, and the sun sized hole you left in my soul.

Maybe it's not the universe who owes me, maybe it's you. Maybe you owe me one word. One word to shine like the star it's meant to replace.

Love,

Roseline

Letters From Roselineजहाँ कहानियाँ रहती हैं। अभी खोजें