I stare into the shimmering waters, moonlight glistening as I lean on the railings of the bridge.
"I want to see you again!" I yell with sensuous impulse. Teardrops flow from my eyes, onto my cheeks, eventually joining the waters which shimmer. The sound of the drop of water so clear, so refined. I look back at the shimmering waters.
I knew from the beginning we'd end up faraway. But it didn't mean I wanted it like this. I know happy endings aren't for everyone, but I still grasped for one.
I could have said those words. I could have done those things. In another world, another life. Unfortunately, that other world, wasn't this one. Had it been a dream, had I had a second chance, I would take it in a heartbeat.
Now, I come to this bridge to hide from reality. To run from the truth. Now, I live my days walking the path of regret and sadness. I walk the bridge to hide. I view the beautiful moon to see something shine. I view it to see beauty. Elegance.
"I want to see you again!" Once more, I yell. I called for you, though I knew it was to no avail. I couldn't make it through to you. Another teardrop falls into the river, becoming part of the beautiful shimmering water in the night.
I know I'd never be able to reverse time. I'll never go back to that day. Those days are now long gone, the days wasted. The days I could have done more, yet didn't.
Someday, I'm certain I'll fall in love again. If not with you, with someone else. Following a parallel story. Following a different path. Maybe one day I'll arrive at this bridge, not alone, but with that person.
Sending this message to you. Sending my feelings. My emotions. The song of apologises, the song of regrets. A song I wrote and sang from day to night. A song to express my feelings. My regret, my sadness.
It's not over yet. I wipe another tear from my eye, as I turn. I walk away from the bridge.
"I'm gonna change!" I declare with determination. I step away from my sacred place where I hide from the truth, from reality. I slowly turn my back on the beauty of the river. I turn to face tomorrow. But before that, I turn back around. Shouting one last thing.
"I want to see you again!"
