This is loosely based off of Miku's Sakura no Ame, which you can watch here: h ttp :// ww w. you tube .com/ watch ?v=JNdy 1eGU FZ o
This is a continuation of chapter one's Sweetiex2. Next chapter is Love is War, in no way related to this.
You can tell me what you want the next pairing to be for that, by review if you want.
Miku's POV
Forever has come.
Yesterday you graduated.
It said Meiko Sakine on the certificate.
It was three years ago we first called each other sweetie.
Now we will be going to our own colleges, our own futures.
I'm never going to see you again. Your gentle smile...
You're just like you were when we met. Sooo cute...
I want to follow you to whatever college you go to,
if you get in one, that is. Ah, sorry.
I'm so used to teasing you.
I'm writing this letter as I wait for you to pick me up. We're going to visit the school, even though it's closed.
(I'm not so sure that's legal, by the way.) I'm so glad we can see each other before you go away for the summer.
You're going to tour around, spread your name. I love your voice. I love your guitar, and how you play it.
I love you.
But I'll have to say goodbye.
Hey, no matter where we go we'll still be friends, right?
The only problem is that I'm still in love.
I remember all those sports teams we joined for a day, and remember your laugh as you miss the ball.
Our school uniforms remind me of how we wore ours.
My ribbon was always loose, and your outfit a size small.
Ah, how the teachers scolded us.
I never approved of your habits of drawing on the desks,
but the portrait you sketched of me on the desk in music could never be brought down by words.
Cherry blossom petals may be cliche, but I can't help but mention them here.
People twist them to mean death, blood, life, love, time...everything.
I think they're just pretty backdrops. Not everything has to have meaning.
You write all your replies to love letters I put in your shoe locker on crisp white paper.
I always fold them into badly-made origami shapes and throw them in the creek by the school.
I feel like that is what's right to do.
Precious feelings like these can't be stored, growing old and dusty.
They are free beings.
Words can't express them.
We've cried a lot over these years.
We've made stupid mistakes and argued.
I'd say it was us growing up, but it seems so predictable.
Why didn't I notice it before?
Ah ah Iloveyouiluvuilu
I'll scribble out some leeks on this page for you. Thanks for eating them with me,
even if you didn't care for the taste. I think you drink too much. It's okay.
I'll add some hearts too. Some cliches I don't mind.
I'm changing my mind. I'm going to seal this letter with lots of tape when I'm done. (after putting it in an envelope.)
I'll write on the outside not to open until you're old. I'm not sure when that is.
I feel like a child again.
You don't need to sail this down a creek after you've read it.
Maybe emotions can live on paper.
I'm just glad I met you and kissed you and did other things of questionable legal and moral status which you know what are. Not only vandalism.
I feel a little guilty for that last one, but that's it.
Nothing lasts forever, but nothing ever ends.
Even if we never do see each other again, I'll remember you forever.
We can't be like Rin and Len. They'll always be together, always know each other. Rin has forever to tell Len whatever she's been hiding.
And their last names are the same, like they're married. I mentioned that to Rin once, but I still have the scar.
I still wish you could take my name.
I hope you become famous, and I can forever hear your voice on the radio.
Maybe I can try to be famous too, and we'll meet again.
I'm wiser than when we confessed, but I'm still a dreamer.
Loveloveluv,
Miku Hatsune
