Love.
A wonderful feeling.
The way he made me smile.
How he made me laugh.
His optimism, seeing the best in every situation.
His bravery.
I wish I had the courage.
I wish I had told him.
The chance. I should have taken it.
I should have confessed to him, and hoped that dense rock would understand.
That he felt the same.
That we could share a bond stronger than any other.
A connection.
A life together.
That was my dream, my priority, in a way.
To be bound together in love.
That was my wish.
To spend every possible moment of my life with him.
The love of my life.
The key to my heart.
A person who is so much like me, who values my opinions, my thoughts.
Now I am filled with regret.
I should have spent more time with him.
I should have told him the truth.
Before it was too late.
Before he...
...left.
Before Ash, my Ash,
died.
I should never have let him leave me.
I should have stayed by his side, been there to help him, or to die with him.
Left the world with him.
Perhaps, then, we would be together, like I always dreamed about, ever since that day at the summer camp.
Pallet town.
Brings back memories of a more innocent time.
Memories of the day, the day I fell in love.
It's been a month since it happened.
A month full of sleepless nights, sore eyes, and floods of tears.
I got ahold of a kitchen knife last week, but my mother caught me.
It seems like the sorrow will never end.
He was my inspiration.
The twinkle in my eye.
The light of my life.
My first crush.
My only crush.
My dear Ashy.
The funeral.
We couldn't even find the body.
Had to bury his cap.
Since the day, I have never let go of the hat he gave me.
I wear it all the time.
I wish he hadn't gone to face Lysandre alone.
The love of my life
gone.
A destiny shattered.
A dream destroyed
A nightmare that never ends.