Dedicated to my Darien, the one that got away...
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. I wish I WAS Sailor Moon!
I dreamed about you last night. We met up again for the first time in years. We hugged, and kissed and told each other everything was going to be alright. I want that. I miss you so much. I woke up next to my husband and I was thinking of you.
In the dream, I gave you one week with me- our last. We always did live close together anyway. We had so much fun; there was that weird friendship we always had, the love and affection that I certainly felt when we were together.
It was random, in my dream we were chasing this cat through the suburbs (it looked awfully like Luna), up one street, and down the next, never quite getting close enough to catch it. We found ourselves in a vacant block with grass that was shin high. I fell; as usual I found a way to klutz out on you. You picked me up, carried me back to your place. We sat on the front porch of the house, watching the stars fly by, enjoying the glistening moonlight. You made sure I wasn't hurt, glancing my way every few moments, and sat with me on the step all night making certain I didn't fall asleep in case of a concussion. I miss that. I miss leaning on your shoulder when I was down, laughing at your stupid jokes and pretending life was ok. It never really was ok, but we made it through.
So I ask now, what changed? Why is it that when you told me you don't love me anymore I felt like you were lying? When we were battling a Youma I felt like you still cared? I'm not blind, there's obviously something else wrong, but you pushed me away. If you can't tell me I understand, but don't break up with me. It broke my heart. And to this day it haunts me. Why you left me, why when I call you can't answer? You still love me as much as I still love you.
I had to move on, for my sanity. Night after night I cried for you. Did you hear me? I felt your presence often, watching over me as my protector. Why you never came back to me I'll never know. I waited such a long time for you, I kept telling myself you'd come to your senses soon enough. Now I'm married, and we'll be expecting our first child soon. Although I wish it was yours, I hope you find this letter and maybe one day you'll come back to me. One day...
Serena (your Meatball Head)