Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.2.00.3 - Centauri No One Told Me How Quiet It Would Be I thought longing would sound like sobbing. Or thunder.
letters Centauri, You Were Always the Constant The world has changed shape around you, but my love hasn’t.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.12.42 - Centauri Midday Dispatch 1242 Gravity Doesn’t Ask Permission I didn’t mean to fall in love with you. I was just watching the way your hands moved. The way your voice carried calm like a weather pattern.
letters Centauri - This is What Love Looked Like Before You Named it 0615 AM Dear Centauri, Before I met you, love was a theory. A whisper in the margins. Something I’d trace with a pencil, never daring to ink it in.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.213- to Centauri 0213AM The Outline of You It’s too early for words, and too late for pretending I don’t miss you.
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.111 - to Centauri 11:11 PM I saw your face in the stars tonight. Or maybe it was just how much I miss you making shapes out of light again. —Castor
letters Where the Quiet Still Believes Centauri- To the one I’ve never stopped writing to, It’s quieter now. Not empty. Not gone. Just… quieter. Like a tide that comes in less often, but still brings things to shore. You don’t answer these letters, and I don’t expect you to. That’s not
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.28 to Centauri 11:11 am They said time heals. But love like this doesn’t bruise. It brands. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.165 - to Centauri 8:08 AM I watched the sky change colors for you. It felt like the universe dressing up in memory. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.26 to Centauri 2:05 AM I woke gasping. Dreamt you forgot my name. It echoed like a bell with no hand to ring it. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.713 to Centauri 7:45 Pm The moon rose without you again. Still, I whispered sweet dreams. Still, I meant it. —Castor
letters If I Could Write to You in Wind Centauri, I wonder— if the wind touched your cheek today, did you think of me? Because I sent it. Or rather, I filled the air with my longing and let it find you. I think of you in ordinary moments. When I hear a crow. When the sun falls sideways
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.87 3:33 PM Someone played that song you hated. I smiled so hard I could’ve cried. Missing you has teeth sometimes. Today it was gentle. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.119 to Centauri 9:11 Am A bird landed on the fence and looked at me like it knew. Knew I was still loving you like it was the first day and the last. —Castor
DISPATCH 391.22.9 to Centauri 3 Am I wrote your name in the steam of the mirror. It disappeared before I could say goodbye. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.29 - to Centauri 10:30 PM Sometimes I wonder if your silence is love, too. Maybe the stars are your letters now, and I just need to learn to read better. —Castor
letters Centauri - I Am Not Angry You Left the Sky Centauri, I used to think I would rage forever. That your silence was betrayal. That your absence was a wound. But love like this—the real kind—doesn’t sharpen its teeth on grief. It learns to sing beside it. I am not angry. I miss you with everything I
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.222 - to Centauri 2:22 pm I found a hair that wasn’t mine. It was from you—years ago, I think. Still curled like it was waiting to be remembered. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.54 - to Centauri 7:45 Am The sky was bruised with pink and gold. It looked like the inside of me when I remembered your laugh. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.18 - to Centauri 2:15 am I reached for you in a dream again. Woke with my hand over my chest and your name clutched in my fist. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.17 - to Centauri I looked for you in the stars tonight, but they were cloudy with memory.
letters Centauri - The Way the Moon Carried Your Name Centauri, Tonight the moon is hung low and gold— the kind that makes the whole world feel like it’s waiting for a story to be told. And I realized: I only ever wanted to tell you mine.
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.67 - to Centauri There’s a single flower blooming through the cracked cement. Of course it’s violet. Of course it reminded me of you.
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.15 - to Centauri The coffee burned my tongue this morning. I smiled. You always said I rushed everything— Except loving you.
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.30 to Centauri 2:03 AM - I woke to silence that sounded like your voice not speaking. It was loud. It was honest. It said your name.
