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To say that I was in love was a complete understatement, and to say that I did not care would have been false, for I cared deeply, and loved more than any man could hope to be loved. I loved more deeply than I care to admit, and the river of love that I poured out for him has left a deep cut in my heart, only to be healed by the torrent of love that yet flows through it. Yes, this was me, and this is me now. Though he passed on, I care, and though he can not hear me, I care. Though he can not hear my cry when I call for him, and I know that he will never be with me, and I know that he is gone, and I know that he is far away, I care! I love him, and to tell me any differently is an act of sin against me!
I have been told many times that he is no more, I will tell you this now before you speak anything to me about it. I know more than anybody that he is gone! I know more than anybody that I will never see his face again, nor feel his hand brush against mine as he used to do when we sat beneath the shady tree near the riverside of what would have been our home. What would have been. That sentence, that statement, that phrase which I hear in my mind every time I speak of him and what could have been burns into me as though someone were etching it into my heart with their daggers of pity, and consolations. Those people who come to me just to tell me how sorry they are for me, and to shake their heads in pity at my loss; coming just to remind me of him, and how I let him go, telling me how he died to save his home so that we might be together. If only I had been able to follow him and die with him, but no. They kept us apart even then.
The war, it's always there. Everyone's loss, everyone's pity, everyone's time, and energy, and consolations, and suffering. That is where it began, and if anywhere, that is where it will end. My anger, my hatred, and my suffering will take me there, as did my love, and caring when I begged to follow him. Learning of his death on that battle field was hard enough on me, but to know that the one who killed him still lives is more than I am able to bear within me, and on my love's grave, I make this vow, that I will kill the one responsible for his death. My love, you will not be required to wait for your revenge much longer, if anything, I can give you that.
This war will not be going on forever, and I don't wish to start another one by murder. My window of opportunity is fast in closing, for already troops are marching on the capitol of the enemy. For now, I must leave you with my vow, my anger, my hate, and my judgment. Perhaps, you will be willing to follow me through my journey, my friends. If anything, I thank you for hearing my words. Good bye for now. My journey begins soon.
General Xing Cai
Daughter of late General Zhang Fei
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