Dear Peridot,
I really miss you. Even though I did everything I could, and I know there's a chance you're OK (please be OK), I also know there's a bigger chance that you're...not OK. And either way, but especially if you're not OK, I know that I'm probably never going to see you again. And you're probably never going to see this letter! But that's...well, it's not OK right now, but it will be. Eventually.
See, Connie says that sometimes, when you have a lot to work out, it helps to write it down. And Dad said that, after my mom, well, not died exactly, since her gem's fine, but she's not here anymore, either, really, he still talked to her, and he said that it helped him a lot, so...I thought that, maybe if I started writing to you, it might help me.
I can tell you all about cool stuff on Earth! And, if you ever do come back, I could show you this letter, and all the other ones I'm gonna write, and you could laugh at them and call me a clod, and I won't mind at all, 'cause you'll be here and OK and I won't have to miss you anymore. Because...because I don't think I'm ever gonna really stop missing you. And Tourmaline. I miss Tourmaline, too. They were...they did their best, you know?
I need to stop writing. There's something in my eye, and I can't see the paper very well.
- The Littlest Crystal Clod