Hello!
I'd just like to thank everyone who reviewed and liked this, and after Valentine's Day (didn't want to make you sad for no reason) I decided to post this.
This is a poem I found, that so touchingly matches this story.
Enjoy.
These paper planes I fly to you today.
I meant to fly some everyday.
But there was always work
And a thousand other things:
My planes are broken birds with pinioned wings.
I remember your planes swirling with grace,
Dancing to your bubbly laughter's pace,
Lifted by your capers and your smiling face;
You loved to give life to phoenixes galore
And fling them off tower blocks, watch them soar
In defiance of every earthly law.
I regret now not joining you,
Siding with them when you set free
Earthbound paperwork into dreams that flew;
I asked you to grow up, face the world,
But I didn't actually expect to see,
Didn't expect you to follow your planes onto the brutal road.
I've thrown my last one now,
I hope the wind will lift its wings to you,
And you can judge how well
I've tried to make my planes!
If only my spirit could be airborne like yours was…
I suppose you're much happier now,
Riding on your imaginations flight,
Away from the dull earth you understood better
Than I do.
Poor pieces of paper
Are all I have left of you.
-Kenneth Wee, "My Paper Planes."
Tell me which song you hope to see in the next Carillion Della Disperazione/Vita!
Songs already in Progress: Daughter of White
Fantasy Sketch
New Century
Two-faced lovers