Ok so this was inspired by a song my mom listens to.
Rukia.
I was satisfied in our marriage, even though Ichigo, my husband, was the devil himself.
The man has a bad attitude.
He angers easily, never smiles and he also seems to have a permanent scold on his face.
But for more than six months now, I receive letters, from a stranger, filled with poetry and love that has returned me my happiness.
Sometimes I dream. I wonder how this man who loves me from far away looks. He probably has black hair , a wide open smile, soft hands and colored eyes, in other words, the opposite of Ichigo.
Who is this man who suffers from far?
Who is my secret lover?
I hear the door open, and I quickly hide the unsigned letter behind my back. I look up to see Ichigo. He's standing there, unmoving, he's staring at my flowers. His face betrays no emotion.
I look at the flowers ,my beautiful bouquet of Violets, and back to him, wishing it was he who would do sweet gestures to show he does care for me.
I know it's not him.
His head snaps towards me and I quickly turn away from him not wanting to meet his gaze, I say nothing to him, as he steps around me towards our room. He doesn't say anything.
I open the letter and read it again.
"You are the moon so beautiful, so pale
You light up my darkness, you guide my way
I reach to touch you , I'm almost there, but then I realize, you are so far away.
I wish I could hold you and tell you how much I love you and how much you mean to me but I cannot.
Who is he?
Where is he?
Why won't he show himself?
Ok so what do you think. Should I continue?