I reached up to wipe my moisten cheeks.
I must be strong.
My father wouldn't have wanted me to cry; he wanted me to fight. Fighting was what I was born to do. It was the only thing I knew how to do. Fighting was a way to get out my pent up feelings of despair and sadness.
He was the only thing I had left to fight for, but I had lost him forever. He was trapped within his own world. His world didn't hold feelings. He was an emotional stone.
These stupid tears! They make me weak.
I am afraid I won't be able to get him back. He is on a thin line bordering between life and death. I have to save him. I must fight for him, since he is unable to fight for himself anymore.
He is not right in his mind. He forgot everything he once knew. He forgot me. He is set out to kill me. But I cannot hurt him. I love him. I have tried calling out his name, so he will come back to his senses. Nothing works anymore. It seems, as his death is the only way to save both him. His past. It eats haunt him at his very soul.
I must be strong. No more tears will fall. No more I say!
My only hope is that someday he will be set free from his imprisonment of the mind. Then, he will remember me and we can again live a happy life. But, this is a feeble hope. Yet, I still pray for it to happen. I never spend a day without thinking about you. You have to live. I will protect you and comfort you.
These rivers of tears won't stop. Why won't they stop?
I know deep down inside of your heart, you know me. I love you. I trust that one day I can hug you, and hold you like I did before.
Come back to me soon Kohaku.