That had been five years ago to this very day.
But even the strongest of stones are slowly eroded by water, given time. And five years is a long time, Zack. A very long time. Especially for the person who was left behind hurt, confused, and in love. Each day after that, I kept waiting by our special place. And the day turned to weeks, and I would wait for each week. And the weeks turned to months, and I would wait for each month. The years followed soon afterward. Would you have me wait centuries? You said that as the flowers continue to bloom, I must have hope that you will come back. But the old flowers are gone now, replaced by the ones. Did you go with the old? Or does your promise still hold true for the new?
I must admit, I loved you more after that day. Your memory was what kept me awake at night, giving a smile on my lips when I slept. I dream of offering myself to you each night, and I would wake up blushing in the morning, feeling that the lovemaking was true. I loved you more; love mixing with lust, peaking. Maybe it's that absence made me long more for you. Made my heart grow more fond; anticipating your return. But you did not. And as days stretched with the seasons and the cold, I became more and more disenchanted. I loved you still, but the passion is slowly dying. I still have hope, Zack. It's still there, smoldering like ancient fire. You said that I had to keep on believing. I promised you I'd wait. I will wait.
This might seem silly, but I think I'm seeing ghosts of you on people now. Why, just yesterday, I heard that some people bombed a Shinra reactor. I heard it from the old lady who always buys flowers from me. And they kept broadcasting it everywhere on the news so it would be stupid not to know about it. When I heard about it, I immediately thought, "Is it Zack? Has he come back to get revenge for Shinra?" And then I realized how stupid it was. You're not the type. I know the first thing you do when you get here is creep up to me and just suddenly hug me from behind so I would shriek in surprise. Because you are just silly that way. My silly, silly Zack. And just yesterday, I bumped into this guy while there was a huge commotion about the bombing. He had this yellow spiky hair. But what surprised me was how he was dressed. He was just like you, Zack! And he was carrying this huge sword that was very just like yours. He bumped into me, and he apologized. And then he bought a flower from me. I don't know why he did that. But I think he was a nice man. He seemed to be kinda in a hurry and yet, he still bought a flower from me. Tee-hee. Maybe he found me cute?
And yes, in case you didn't get it (because I know you can be such a blockhead sometimes), I'm trying to make you jealous. Is it working?
Sigh…
This is getting ridiculous. It's always like this now, Zack. See what you're making me do? What you're doing to me? Whenever this day comes each year, I start talking to you, imagining that you're also listening wherever you are right now. I'm always thinking you're somewhere in places you used to tell me. In fact, I've been marking this day each year on the calendar. I'm making my own personal holiday. I promised myself I won't stop until you do fulfill your promise. Until you finally come back.
And yes, as always, I'll go to our place today and wait. Just like what I've been doing for four years now. You said you'd come back, in one way or another. I do hope you will, Zack.
Remember, the flowers there aren't going to bloom forever.
---fin