Dear man over in the night sky,
Everyone keeps talking about you as if I've known you for years, yet I don't even know your favorite colour. Sometimes I like to imagine how life could be with you down here. I remember once I proposed myself to dream of you being with me everyday, that you would open the door to my room, and laugh at the mess it is.
But then I spent a whole day laughing with my friends, we spent the whole journey together. And I forgot about you.
The following day mum served lunch on the dinning table. We barely ever ate there. I tried picturing you with us, chuckling at mum's burnt beef and then asking how I was doing at school. But it was hard you know? Mum didn't burn the beef, and it was summer, so I hadn't gone to school.
I thought you were angry at me. Whatever happened was not as I had imagined it. I was mad and sad at the same time. I wanted to talk to you, but all heard was this hollow pain.
And so I learnt to live with that silent answer. I still wish I could hear your response, but either you can't speak or I'm deaf for you. Maybe one day you can give me a simple signal, that you at least can see me.
The picture of you is getting old as years pass by. I'm fifteen, yet I don't seem to find the light everyone sees on it. I'm still trying to figure out why I'm here, trying to acknowledge the fact that I will never feel you by my side.
I promise you I'll be good,
Forever and always,
The girl down on Earth.
