Dear Haruka,

I don't know why I keep writing to you if I'm never going to give these to you. Last night I remembered something else from the time of the Moon Kingdom. I was all alone on Neptune in the palace. My family was attending a ball on the Moon and I stayed home because I had a fever. The palace was so hot and my skin felt so dry I just had to get out. Luckily no servants were around and I slipped out to our lake. The water looked so cool and inviting that I dove in while wearing my dress. It was paradise splashing in the lake without a care in the world. And while I was floating I heard a voice say, "Do you always swim in your dress, Princess?" The water was so calming I couldn't argue effectively with anyone. I tried though. "Do you often sneak around the palace?" I answered. Then I opened my eyes to see who the speaker was and nearly floundered. It was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. I swam over to where she was. "Who are you?" I asked. She smirked. "Quite the one for politeness, aren't we?" I decided she needed to be taught a lesson so I grabbed her and pulled her into the lake. She rose to the top and started laughing. "I'll get you for that," she said and we started splashing each other. I still remember how much fun we had. It was one of the best days of my life. But then all of a sudden the world went out of focus and I swayed and started shivering even though I wasn't cold. I was lucky I could stand up with my head above the water or I would have drowned. She noticed right away. "Are you all right, Michiru?" she asked in a very concerned voice. "I think my fever just got worse I managed to answer as I dragged my self to shore. It seemed a ridiculously long distance to go and at the time I wondered what was so important about getting there. The stranger grabbed me and helped me get to shore and carried me into my room. I can't tell what was a dream and what wasn't after that. I remember a warm wind drying me off and being put into bed by someone who looked like an angel to me. "You never told me what your name was," I tried to say but it came out in a whisper. "Haruka," you answered before I closed my eyes. "Michiru?" called a voice from what seemed a great distance and it took too much of an effort to answer. What came next I'm sure I dreamed because it couldn't possibly have happened. You kissed me. And since I first saw you I thought I loved you and since I dreamed you kissed me I was sure. But I'm too afraid to tell you. I'm too afraid of rejection. Since you won't read this and I can't tell you I think I'm safe. Rejection hurts too much.

Michiru