(I wrote this all at school, so sorry if it sucks.)
11.) "I miss you..." SetoUniverse, suggested by: Legolas from Quotev

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I lay here, alone, staring into the starry night. My gaze upon the moon, its beautiful orbit enchanting, I pull the covers closer and once more try to sleep, breaking my gaze away and letting it fade to the darkness.

Oh, love... I've never had intents of withholding you from your passions. How I wish you were here, though. Here for me to hold, to see, to hear. For you've left me. Left me for somewhere better. Somewhere beyond my grasp where I no longer can reach. Sometimes, I wonder: What had I done wrong? But alas, nor was it me or what I had given you. For it was opportunity that had stolen your heart, and though I knew that one day, you shall return, I wonder whether or not you've forgotten our love. Have you, darling? Have you forgotten your little sorcerer?

Sitting up and withdrawing from the comforting warmth of my bed, I swung my legs over the edge and numbly sat there. My light brown hair covered my caramel eyes, my lips limply frowning. My gaze shifted towards the table by the window, the soft, aging white paper still sat there. I found myself standing, walking towards it, and soon possessing it within my clutch. My fingers gripping the paper tightly, hands shaking, I once more sat down upon my bed. My legs stung, awaking as I felt my eyes bare tears.

"Universe Jason Probst,
We're happy to inform you that you're advanced engineering and skilled knowledge of the universe has led us to offer you a position upon the next MASA shuttle launch into space next month. We look forward to your immediate response.
- MineCraftia Aeronautics and Space Administration"

I remember seeing your face light up like a thousand fireflies. Your skin had radiated the sun- no, the moon's glow. Your eyes had sparkled like the stars in the dark night sky. And your full, beautiful lips had formed into one of the biggest smiles I'd ever seen you wear. The same day I had found out what you'd done, was the same as the day you'd left me. You had applied without my knowledge, and by the time I'd realized... You were already walking out the door.

The tears began to roll from my cheeks, battering pathetically against the white, firm paper. 7 months ago, you had said goodbye, and had kissed my cheek, leaving me with nothing more than that. 6 months ago, you had not only left me, but our world entirely, having left me behind to deal with your loss. And just a week ago, I'd been informed by the head of MASA himself, that you had vanished from the expedition, and that there had been absolutely no sign of you.

So now, I have only my thoughts about what might have been for us. What might have been if you'd never left? Could we have been happy? Could we of married under a starlit night sky, as your dreams had always portrayed? And of children, could we have had one of our own? Of our own blood and DNA, as like the other homosexual couples? Oh, my love, why must you have applied to that damned mission? And without my knowledge, love? Now, all I have which portrayed our memories are the smaller things, left behind by you. The hairpin of which you always loved. The snow white shoes of which you've dirtied beyond cleansing. And the photo's I'd always protested of your taking, but now cherish as they are the only things I have left of your gorgeous face.

"Why...?" My speech quivered, airy and near silent. "Why did you have to go...?" Quietly sobbing, I bring the paper to my eyes and cry into its wrinkled form. "I miss you so much Jason..." His name did not help me heal, but rather brought more tears to my eyes. For as long as my memory trails, I have only ever known one Jason. And that Jason, I can no longer hold within my grasp. I can no longer feel his lips upon mine, or his warmed breath cascading along my paled skin, the skin of which was a mere shade lighter than his. No longer, may I see of his beautiful smile, or hear of his merry voice. For he is gone, lost beyond my ever longing reach.

And as my heart continuously throbs, and my cries of tortured pain grow ever longing for you now, love, I must wonder...

Would you have said yes...?