letters to luna | h.s

2. your rose

i love you, luna. i love those freckles of yours that make you ten times more intriguing. the first time i saw you, at my ma's flowers shop, i thought that i was invisible to you. maybe it was because i didn't see that you were staring at me with your grey, intense eyes. or i didn't see the way you smiled gently at me when i gave you that red rose.

that red rose that you kept in that white vase in your room. it's probably dead now, it's silky petals and long green stem dried up and dark. as dark as the night sky, that took you away and reclaimed you as the earth's new moon.

i remember the day that you left, i had come to your apartment to collect your things, before your family would throw them away. i didn't keep the rose. instead, i crumpled it to tiny little pieces with my own hand and let it get blown away by the wind. i'd like to think that it's somehow made you happy. seeing that dead rose there, on the window sill was just another reminder of my failure.

i'm sorry that i had failed you.

i love you, luna.

i hope you know that.