Let me confess to you.

Let me tell you about all the things I don't have the nerve or courage to say to your face. This way will be better for both of us. This way, you can listen at your own pace, and I can tell at my own pace. This way, we will understand better.

Let me confess the countless hours I have spent thinking about you, and how you make me feel. Like the ocean, back when it was my home and all that was familiar to me. Like how it felt to stretch out my wings for the first time in centuries after being freed from the mirror.

You are so strange, in the best, and kindest way.

You make me feel happy.

Uncontrollable, comfortably, and happy, without a doubt.

There is no doubt in my mind anymore, that I want to be with you. I want to make you feel happy with yourself. I want to watch all the movies you want to. I want to take you to the places where the view is as breathtaking as you are. I want to follow you through your life, to the darkest valleys, to the highest mountains where the air is so thin and so cold that your head spins with the view.

I want to make you happy.

I want you to feel as happy as you make me feel. I remember how you made me feel when I saw you for the first time in a very long time in the barn. Confused. Scared. You had been my captor, after the mirror.

 Confused, again, when you offered me gifts. Sincere gifts that I rejected. You really tried, I can tell, you tried to relate yourself to me, and tried to find what I loved. It's just that things had changed since we had last met before that. Things were different.

I felt so insecure with you. I didn't understand your plan. To become friends with me after all we had been through? The pain you had caused me felt permanent. You tried to hard to become friends, and only got angry when I did. You only gave up on me and left when I told you to.

But you came back. Perhaps not in the most graceful way, screaming about how Homeworld was going to shatter you.

It suited you. You strange gem, you silly gem. Not the most graceful, but you never fail to make me laugh at what you do.

You strange, silly, wonderful gem.

From your Lapis.

To my Peridot.