Memoirs of a Broken Heart
Her heart was beating fast as he lovingly wrapped his arms around her. He held her tight and whispered to her ear, "I love you Tifa". Words couldn't express how happy she is—at last, she finally heard those words that she'd been longing to hear all this time. And finally, the guy of her dreams, her childhood friend, and her first and last love by the name of Cloud Strife is finally hers. "I love you too Cloud", she answered. Just as his lips was about to touch hers, reality broke in as she opened her eyes leaving her phantasms behind.
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A dream..yes it was only a dream. She felt the rays of the sun touched her skin, it's morning. She glanced at the clock, it's 9:00 AM. On the table beside the clock was a note, she got up and read it.
"Tifa, I'm going out to make deliveries, Barret came earlier and picked up the kids, they're going to spend the night at his place. I'll be home as soon as I can. I'll see you around Tiff -Cloud"
*sigh* she was all alone again—just her and herself…
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Tifa's POV:
As I open my eyes from deep sleep, an image of you is formed in my mind—yes, you are the first person to enter my mind. I have always loved you and I have always cared for you. I tried to show you but didn't see it, I tried to make you feel but didn't notice it, I tried to say it, but you didn't hear it. And without noticing, seeing or hearing, my heart slowly tears apart. You loved her, that's a fact. I have known that fact eversince, and I know you will always love her, even though she's gone forever. She's always on your mind I know, you are jailed by her memory and it hurts me, but what's more hurtful is that you don't make any efforts to go and set yourself free—free from guilt, from sorrow, from pain. NO EFFORTS AT ALL. You didn't even realized that I'M STILL HERE! Whenever I try to show you what I truly feel, whenever I try to show you that I care, you move away, you ignore me, it's as if I don't exist. Am I not really important to you? Gee, what a question, it's as if I don't know the answer. Who was I anyway? nothing. Just an old friend, a childhood friend of yours—JUST A FRIEND. That's why I have more than a hundred reasons why I like to dwell in the realm of my fantasies, because there, I could hug you, touch you, and even kiss you and there I could feel your love and I'm happy somehow, for I can hear those words that captivate my heart, those words that though unspoken, just by looking into your eyes, I can see what you're telling me, "I love you", but then again, no matter how beautiful my dreams are, still my eyes would open and see the painful reality of you and me being friends, just friends. And what hurts the most is that I still love you though I know your heart will never be mine.
