From the very first sakura blossom to the last snowfall I wrote. Everyday. Without fail. He'd get a poem of how much I loved him.
And still, I got nothing. Not a single word of reply.
As I wrote and wrote, I started putting copies of my works on my mixi journal. It wasn't that hard, really, and I liked to be reminded of how much I loved him.
Everyday after school I walked to my new apartment alone. (Yakumo had decided to stay with Sara, so I was the only person I was paying for.)
I would walk in and get working on my latest poem of love to him. Then I'd copy it down and post it on my mixi. I'd send the letter to him and then I'd get started on my homework.
One day Mikoto tapped me and the shoulder and asked me if I'd let her come home with me. I had nothing to lose, so I agreed.
I led her to my (tiny) abode and started on my usual routine. When I got up to posting my latest poem, Mikoto's eyes widened.
After asking my consent, she got onto the spinnie chair and got reading from my first poem to the one I'd just written that day.
"You should publish this!" she said, awestruck. "This is...amazing!"
Following her advice, I printed out my poems and sent them to the editor of a small time publisher.
The next month, my book of love broke the counter, and my favorites hit record sales.
Mikoto was all smiley and stuff until I asked if this was enough to get a reply.
She only looked at me sadly, shaking her head, four little words coming out of her mouth.
"It'll never be enough."
You know, the **** that I'm basing this off of was cheerful, but when I write it...
And Tenma is so OOC! I'm so sorry!