Ohayo, This is another one done by myself.
(And to Quill of the Lark: I know, for some reason, it seems that much more fantastic!)
Regret
I walk over to the stone that holds her name. It stays in the same place, unchanging. She is there, or…somewhere.. I think that one so pure, never did hate. She would have lived a wonderful life. With me. Or another, just…happy. If I had not come and destroyed that thought with my selfish desires and inability to let go of my past. I come here, day after day, thinking that if I keep going, one day, it will be her I see, not a name on her grave. If only…if only I had known the evil that lived inside of my past love. She was a past love, but I could not let go and move on, to a love that would bloom like no other. I pick a small pink sakura off the ground and admire it in my palm. When they bloom, I think she's happy, somewhere. She would want me to be happy. That is what others will tell me. My fairytale ended long ago. And I will linger with my memories. If I move from my eternal post, I fear she will be forgotten. The only one that never did anything to deserve what she received. I will not allow her to be forgotten. So I linger on her image, fresh in my mind, and my never-ending reminiscing and thoughts of what might have been. If only. If only. If only, she would return to me. I stand from my kneeling position in silent prayer and abandon my 'what ifs'…until tomorrow, when 'what if', and 'I wish' become my realities.
Arigato to friend5 and Quill of the Lark, and others, who read these anonymous. bows
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