Based off a poem called 'But You Didn't'.
But You Didn't
To: My Perverted Outer Space Alien
Remember that time we had our first fight? We were arguing over something that I can't even remember, and in the midst of all the yelling, I screamed that I hated you and ran out the door. I thought you would let me go.
But you didn't.
Instead, you chased me down the hall and took me in your arms and told me you were sorry. You told me you loved me and begged me to stay, you begged me to never say 'I hate you' again because you couldn't stand the thought of me actually hating you. And you told me you loved me over and over again. And, even though I was still mad at that time, I loved you more than ever.
Remember that time I went and chased after that robber and landed myself in the hospital? I thought you would say 'I told you so' when you saw me.
But you didn't.
I still remember when you came in that day, you were a mess and you had this wild look in your eyes. When you saw me, relief washed over your face and you ran over and kissed me. In public. I was blushing so badly (even though I did respond to the kiss). Then, when you pulled away, you started fretting over everything and made me vow that I would never do something as reckless as that again, because you never wanted to see me hurt again. I brushed you off at that time, but I was secretly pleased. I loved you so much when you said that.
Remember that time I flirted with all those other guys to make you jealous and you really did get jealous? I was so mad at you at that time because of your decision to leave Seika High. But when I saw your face, the expression of hurt and anger on it, I immediately regretted doing it. And I thought you would leave me.
But you didn't.
Instead, you grabbed my hand and dragged me into the hallway…and kissed the life out of me. You were mad, I could tell that by your kiss. And it was different from all the other ones that we shared, it made my knees got weak in a way that has never happened before. When you pulled away, you growled and proclaimed that I was yours and that no one else could have me. And I got mad (of course I did, I'm not a possession) and started screaming at you. In between the tears and incoherent speeches, it somehow got through to you why I was acting so impulsively and so unlike me. You softened up at that and hugged me, you told me you were sorry for hurting me but it was something you had to do. And then you wiped away my tears and kissed me again, softer and sweeter and, still, my legs went weak. And when you whispered that you loved me. I told you the same.
Yeah, there were a lot of things you didn't do. But you loved me, hell, you proposed to me (and why were you so nervous, alien? Of course I was going to say yes). You put up with me and my hot temperedness (especially during the pregnancy period and my horrible mood swings, and even though I never really said it...thank you). You protected me when I was in need (and even when I insisted I wasn't, you would still help me anyways).
You always did so much for me. You were always there for me. And I loved you, so, so much.
I always felt indebted to you and you always insisted that my love was worth tenfold of anything else I could give you. But still, there were so many things I wanted to make up to you when you returned from your business trip in England.
But you didn't.
A plane crash can really ruin everything, can't it?
Misaki