I whipped this up really quickly while listening to 'Hundred Year Love' by the Vocaloid Hatsune Miku. Please forgive me if this is OOC ; n ;

I remember when we met. It was in 1996. I ran him over with my car.

I know, not a very romantic meeting, but it happened.

I was sentenced to taking care of him for 300 hours until he woke up. Then he went flying out of my window shield a year later and woke up. Seeing him stand up for the first time after a year made the butterflies in my stomach flutter.

2D became the singer for my band Gorillaz. As time went on, my little crush on him developed into something more. Despite all of the arguing and fighting we did, I loved every second of it. I loved him. His damaged eyes, electric blue hair, warm, gap toothed smile, and every flaw about him.

So, I finally mustered up the courage to tell him that.

You know what he did?

He smiled at me and hugged me so tight and whispered in my ear that he returned my feelings for him.

After that, we were inseparable.

When people were looking I would be cruel to him.

But once heads would turn I kissed every bruise and scar I caused while in the public eye.

We've been through a lot over the years. But, he promised to stay with me forever through the good and the bad.

He thought he knew me inside and out. But he didn't. He didn't know that I can't, and won't die. He didn't know that the oldest I'll age is to look like a 50 year old green, shriveled up little bastard.

He realized this when he turned 50 himself.

And that's when I had to tell him.

He was saddened, but he said that he would make every day count until he died.

And that's what we did for the remainder of his life. We made every day count.

After a while, he became a frail old man. He couldn't do for himself like he used to. I had to help him out of bed to go to the bathroom.

Even then, I loved him like crazy.

His heart beat for the longest.

Until one day, it just stopped.

It's awful seeing the man you're in love with in a casket and knowing that you'll never be able to join him.

I cried.

He was the only human being a will ever truly love. He meant the world to me.

And now, he's gone…

Even to this very day, 100 years later I cry. I cry when I think about his sweet kisses in the morning. The way he always managed to resolve a fight between us. His sincere embraces.

I vowed never to love or allow another human into my heart once he died. I wander the Earth alone, from the sunny days in the spring to the bitter cold days in winter. Thinking. Missing when I had him with me. I'd kill to have one last kiss.

I sometimes look up in the sky on a clear night and wonder of he's looking down on me.

I wonder if he's wondering if I've moved on.

I will never know, though…

One thing's for sure; I will always love him, Stuart Harold Pot.