DISCLAIMER: I do not own Card Captor Sakura or any of this characters mentioned in this story.
NOTE: I found this poem in my sister's school paper and reminded me of Mei Li and Syaoran. I figured I could squeeze this into one of the stories safely tucked away in the back of my mind.
WISHFUL THINKING
Meiling's Journal Entry:
(Never to be read by ANYONE!)
My name is Li Meiling. I am sixteen years old. I have a cousin. His name is Li Syaoran. And I am inlove with him. Problem is… he's in love with somebody else. It would be so much easier if the girl is easy to hate but I can't even bring myself to even dislike her. Her name is Kinimoto Sakura. She's pretty and cute (but I think I am much cuter). She's also nice and friendly. And she's… perfect. Just perfect.
It has been six years since me and Syaroan have moved back from Japan. I thought that his feeling for Sakura would fade eventually; after all, we were ten. What do we know about love? But I guess ,he really loves her because just a year ago… Syaoran moved back to Japan after completing middle school here in Hong Kong. Actually, I just received a call from Tomoyo just awhile ago. She told me that Sakura and Syaoran seem to be doing great, arguments here and there but that's normal right? She also told me that they began to go steady.
I know that I should feel happy for the two of them…. don't get me wrong. I am happy for them, after all… those two… they are the two most important people in my life. But, it did get me depressed. I think this is a wake-up call for me. I should move on. However, how do you move on from an unrequited love that you have been harboring for almost all your life?
Sigh. Anyways, before I completely close this journal and close the "Syaoran" chapter of my life, I am going to write down this poem. Although I know this poem will never reach him (though I doubt even if it did, it wouldn't matter), this poem pretty much summarize how I feel for him. And as I burn this journal after this entry, I hope my feelings and love for him will leave me as the ashes slowly drifts in the air.
WISHFUL THINKING
by: she~who~must~not~be~named
Long have I been dreaming of
To be with you 'till evermore
My love for you to feel it, too
As I lay still and drift to sleep
My lone paramour, I wish to keep
Tears flow down throughout the night
For in the morn, they wish to hide
Is it the sane for me to feel this pain?
Each time your lips would utter her name
While you feel the warmth of her embrace
Here I wish to be in her place
My unrequited love for you
Will never fade as life goes through
So if by chance you feel it too
I'll be here waiting for you
Goodbye Syaoran. Thank you for letting me feel this way.