Stories from The Moon / Cuentos de la Luna

When you left I microplaned my heart and sent the porous bits in this letter. Right now, if you opened the letter, you wouldn’t see the pieces. They would fall on the kitchen floor and you’d absent-mindedly step on them with your big Hobbit feet. Crunch. Crunch. In a few years, in time, you might find this letter again and hold the pieces tenderly, careful not to drop them. You might hold them in your hands and understand what I meant when I told you all those times, that I loved you with all my heart.