I can't believe he's the only one that knew.
After the fact I've laughed with them, cried too.
After the special nights, the bright days.
He's the only one to ever know my secret, that I'm not her.
I may look like her, act like her, smell like her, feel like her but I wasn't her.
And he knew, and didn't care.
I picked up my coat, it's a bit chilly outside around this time of year.
But I still do it for him, even if he knew who I was.
I walked down the steps, I greeted some of my friends as I went about my yearly route.
I stopped by the flower shop, pick up some Lilies and go to the graveyard.
There he always waited, ever since that day came about four years ago.
If it weren't for them I would have joined him, and I'm not sure I want to yet.
"Hello, Takato" I said, "I miss you."
I kneel down and place the flowers near the grave marker.
"I remember when you gave me these the night you proposed" I said, just like the last few times I've been here.
I told him the current events on this side of life, and I let my mind reel back to the day he told me he knew.
He told me on his death bed, but he also told me he loved me.
For me, not who I was suppost to be.
I bowed and said my good byes.
Back home I heard the phone rang.
Picking it up I heard something very conferting.
"Hello grandma" The voice on the other end said.
"Hello Daisuke, how are you doing?"
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Hello, thanks for reading this.
I basically gotten a urge to write something like this because I tried to find a story like this but I can't seem to find it.
Plus I wanted to give the main character a little more depth of character with a twist.
I wonder who will guess who the main character is, hmmm?
Later.
