I miss you, Via. I miss the way the lights would dance in your eyes. I miss the times you'd smile when you thought I'd looked away. I miss the way you would tug on your sleeves when you were nervous or embarrassed.
I miss stargazing with you. I miss trying to understand what it's like to be a teenager again. I miss trying to find mutual interests between us, only to have you suggest going to Stylish Occult.
Do you have such vividly fond memories of me, I wonder...
I remember when you were still so small and you begged me to tell you everything I know... I ended up describing photosynthesis and how water current follows the lunar cycle for hours that night, only stopping when Stella reminded me that it was time for bed...
How I miss those times. They were simpler, happier... I was able to push my own thoughts aside with such ease when I looked at you smiling up at me.
Those big, wondering eyes... Sparkling with the lights of a billion curious stars... I wonder if you remember those times as vividly as I do...
You were still so young, after all...
I hope that, wherever you are now-- whomever you are now, you are somewhere where you can see the stars and the moon. I hope that you've found a store that sells your favorite items and that it is close by and affordable. I hope that, when you see the stars, you think of me. And that, when you think of me now, you smile. I hope that you have forgiven me for my shortcomings as a father. It was never my intention to fail you, after all...
I hope that, whatever is happening in your life right now, you're happy and confident and invincible. I hope that no amount of negativity could ever break you or your spirit, and I hope that you are surrounded with the purest of positivity... That you're living the life that you deserve, a peaceful one where you know without even the shadow of a doubt that you are so very loved!
As I always promised, you will be okay. Fly high, my little starlight! ❤️
