Dear Blossom,
You are extraordinary. Wherever you are suspended, whatever memories and thoughts and empathy make you in that moment, I acknowledge them here. I honour them. I honour you...
No. No, I'm sorry - that last one is dishonest. I cannot honour you.
It is not that you were not full of things that could be praised or that your actions were empty. I do not hate all of my memories of you. I bare you no ill-thought. In this instance, however, I worry between three worlds. One in which you do not exist, one in which you exist undefined and content, and one in which you are an ancestor to me.
I cannot say which world I'd prefer. I resent all three when their gravity pulls me from this world I explore now, where my roots grew forever and my first leaf stretched out yesterday. I hate all three of those distant planets but I do not hate you.
I barely knew you, that is if you were ever here at all.
But... I wrote this because someone should try to give you some answers to some of the questions that hurt you.
I owe you that, at least.
- Nozuko
