I waited for you to come every day.
And with each passing day… a petal fell…
Do you remember, that time you gave me flowers?
Those beautiful violets that you said matched my eyes?
I put them in a vase… with water… it's still here, in my room.
And with each passing day… a petal falls… and I make sure the petal won't be swept away, or blown away.
I keep it there… on the table.
Waiting.
Do you remember when you first told me you loved me?
And you told me everything you loved about me.
You told me my hair was beautiful.
My skin was beautiful.
My eyes were beautiful.
My graceful figure was beautiful.
You told me that I was beautiful.
And I still have them, I have those words in my heart still.
Waiting.
And with each passing day, a petal fell.
Do you remember that day you took me on our first date?
And do you remember our first kiss under the moonlight?
I remember.
They are all in my heart as I long for those days again.
Waiting.
And with each passing day, a petal falls.
Do you remember the day you told me that you were leaving again?
That you were leaving for England.
I remember.
It tore my heart to pieces.
I asked you if you would remember me, still love me.
You said yes.
And I had faith, I always had faith, and I still do.
And you said that one day you would come back for me.
And I believed you.
And I waited for you.
And I am still waiting for you.
And with each passing day, a petal fell.
I remember everything.
But sometimes… I wonder… do you?
I wonder if you still remember me.
I wonder if you will ever come back for me.
Do you still love me?
And I am waiting.
And with each passing day, a petal falls.
I am still waiting. Waiting for you.
I wonder where you are… what you are doing…
And do you still remember me?
There is the last petal of the violets.
I watch as it slowly falls… as it drifts onto the table… and it means the flowers weltering death.
Like mine.
I wait for you every day.
And the petals fall.
And when the last petal fell… I remembered everything… and all I can think about is you.
And when the last petal touched the table… I turned weak.
And I thought, you did not remember me after all.
No, you did not.
And I lay here in my bed.
As I waited for the last petal to fall, waited for you, I also waited for my death.
And then the window opened.
A wind blew through.
And it swept away the last petals.
And it swept away my soul.
So here I am in heaven.
Still waiting for you.
Forever and ever.
Waiting for you.