A/N: HI EVERYONE! So, I wanted to try a songfic! I personally LOVE this song, 15 years pursing a cute boy by Hatsune Miku. Since most or all of my viewers aren't Japanese, I translated the song! Your welcome! The main characters are Rosalina and Luigi, I love this couple, but there aren't many stories with this couple…. . They are so cute together! And I just thought that Rosalina would be cute as a lovesick schoolgirl! . I own no one and I don't own the song, but I own the poems. REVIEWERS GET TACOS! :D

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A blond girl put a note into the nearest mailbox, which read…..

Dear Luigi,

Your eyes sparkle like the crystal sea,

Your heart as wide as it too.

Your kind, Your refined, I wish you were mine,

Yes, Luigi, I really love you!

Love,

Rosalina. ( cheesy, I know! XD )

These love poems I've been sending through the mail,

I've written them for 15 years without fail

And there's still no reply,

There's still no reply

Rosalina scribbled insanely, papers scattered everywhere, all for Luigi. Licked stamps were stuck all over her desk.

The first year, I was truly a mess

I wrote each and every day with no progress

I licked a lot stamps, I must admit,

Sending you my heart's spit

Fire was burning the whole school. However, Rosalina was still writing frantically, not even noticing that her shirt sleeve caught fire. Her friend, Peach, busted through the doors to warn her, only to see Rosalina only with a tie and collar on.

The second year, I was still insistent

My classroom setting ablaze wouldn't even distract

In fact, my shirt sleeve caught fire one day,

And by the time I noticed, I had only a tie

Rosalina started to lose ideas for her beloved Luigi. She decided to publish her work online, when she suddenly realized what she wanted to do in life.

In the third year, I was feeling alone

It was so hard to write another poem

I publicized my journal online,

And started to realize a dream of mine

Rosalina soon wrote for a magazine, and quit her job to be a writer.

In the fourth year, I wrote for a magazine,

But nothing was as it had seemed

I decided to release a poem compilation,

And I quit being a business woman

These love poems I've been sending through the mail,

I've written them for 15 years without fail

And there's still no reply,

There's still no reply

Girls were screaming "ROSALINA! WE LOVE YOU!" while the guys were yelling "WHORE!", but Rosalina didn't care, she only had feelings for her darling Luigi.

By the fifth year, I was a pro poet

Women loved me- men thought that I was a harlot

But I didn't really care to be ignored,

Because you were the one whom I adored

Rosalina's whole body was in pain. She wrote so much, everything was sore and broken.

By the sixth year, my body was pain

After 2,000 poems I had to abstain

Not a single bone hadn't been broken,

Not an organ hadn't malfunctioned

Rosalina felt a lot better the next year, but lost a bit of her sanity when writing.

In the seventh year, I was again healthy

So today, I'll compare you to something

Perhaps you're like extreme ironing

Perhaps you're like a compound inner product space

Even in the eighth year, I didn't change

So today, I'll compare you to something again

You're like winning a match in a sumo tourney,

Or a receptor of AMPA glutamine

These love poems I've been sending through the mail,

I've written them for 15 years without fail

And there's still no reply,

There's still no reply

It was near midnight. Rosalina was walking home, not noticing the headlights in front of her.

CRASH!

Days later, she woke up in a hospital. A doctor walked up to her cot.

"Ms. Rosalina, you seem to have hit your head in an accident." He droned.

"Who's Rosalina?" she thought. However, when she looked around the room, she saw a single love letter on a wooden desk.

"Luigi….." she whispered.

In the ninth year, I had an accident

Apparently I suffered a blow to the head

And though I'd forgotten my own name,

I knew I loved you, just the same

For the next five years, Rosalina still had amnesia.

Even so, she still wished deeply for a reply from Luigi.

Throughout the tenth year, and the eleventh after

My memories hadn't returned

And yet, I loved you and as the days went by

All I could want from you was a reply

The twelfth year and the thirteenth had now gone by,

My memories didn't return; I wondered why...

But I still loved you;

And you were all that I had to hold on to.

Even by the fourteenth year, they hadn't returned

Each day was a frightening attack on my nerves

I just wanted to see you again

I just wanted to speak with you, my friend

The fifteenth year, she regained her memories.

"Its all coming back to me…" Rosalina murmered. Then she sobbed uncontrollably.

In the fifteenth year, my memories reappeared

I remembered it all, and I burst into tears….

"That's why Luigi hasn't replied…" she said through sobs.

Because I remembered in a flash

That you died that day, 15 years in the past

These love poems I've been sending through the mail,

I've written them for 15 years without fail

And there's still no reply,

I don't know how I'll ever get by

I couldn't see you anymore,

But it was still you that I adored

Just when I thought I'd see you again

I had to feel the pain of the end.

These love poems I've been sending through the mail,

I've written them for 16 years without fail

And there's still no reply,

There's still no reply

…..

Me: I know, crappy…..

Luigi: Im…dead? [ tries to put hand through body ]

Me: [ sighs ] No, Weeg. Its just a story.

Luigi: Oh.