Dear Sarah Dessen,
I never realized how bright the moon could shine. It's always that reliable nightlight that's suspended high above us, in the company of the stars. No matter how hard I tried when I was little, I could never feel the ivory craters on my fingertips. I just couldn't reach it. My only wish was to hold it in my hands, to keep it safe in my small clutch. But that was only my ideal version of reality.
I do believe that everybody has his or her own idyllic version of an aspect of life. Mine for example was being able to hold the moon in the palm of my hand. Others may dream fondly of a world with no pain, or poverty. By now I hope we all should have become conscious that some perfect copies of our world will never be able to happen. Putting the puzzle pieces together, and staring at the cold, hard portrait of reality looking back at you is hard to do sometimes. It's like being young and carefree again, and finding out your beloved Santa Claus isn't real; just a pigment of imagination forced into your mind by the people you trust the most in society. Of course the matter of Santa Claus's authenticity is a light topic to cover, compared to other things.
In your book, Colie's realization came with the fact that teasing, rumors, and talking behind peoples back don't go away in the adult world. People couldn't understand why Mira was so different, so they talked about it. I'm not so sure Colie realized why she was different either though. But sometimes, you just have to accept them. Mira was unaffected by the taunts and rude remarks sent her way. If anything, it only made her stronger. In Colie's life though, she was too hard on herself. Colie thought she was always meant to be an outsider. By reading your book, Keeping the Moon, I realized that the only world you have to live in, and the only standards you have to judge yourself on, are your own. I don't think Mira had her own ideal version of the world in her head, because I think she was already living it up to her own standards.
It was a horrible day the day I realized how selfish I've been in the past. How much I resembled nasty Bea. When I was a child I was like her the most. I was selfish and rude, and I thought I had the right to make fun of people. On top of that, I only wanted that moon for myself. But now, if I could hold it even just for a moment, I would pass it around for everyone to carry and share, even if only for a few seconds, just like Mira would have done. Giving them hope that their picture-perfect world could happen. Giving them the chance to believe in Santa Claus once more.
So now I realize how bright the moon shines. And no, it doesn't just shine for me, that reliable nightlight shines for everyone. Maybe if I try harder, I just might be able to touch the ivory craters, and hold them in my hands. After reading your book, this time if I succeed in seizing the moon, I will most definitely be sharing it.