Sunday, August 21, 2011

Cassis,

I always did nothing but repeatedly make you sad.
Surely I hurt even you; I cannot move.
Why is it this painful to touch you?
Surely it's because I'm afraid that I'll repeat the same things and end up losing you.

I was trying to wipe them away by getting close to you: the days I could not forget.
You squeezed this hand without listening to a single word.
Even if tomorrow your feelings are distant, surely I'll love you unchangingly.
Even if tomorrow you're unable to see me, surely I'll love you unchangingly.
I will walk together, to the future not promised.
It keeps walking together to the future in which you are . . . 
I think of you until
I can forget even the harsh things.
Each time I count the nights on which we cannot meet
my heart yearns for you.
Inviting the loneliness of conflict, please, do not cry all alone.
No matter how far apart, let's be the couple who believes.

Please, I want to be laughing just like this.
Don't let me hurt you.
As time went on we were fading:
I don't want to repeat that thought.
Even if tomorrow your feelings are distant,
surely I'll love you unchangingly.
Even is tomorrow you're unable to see me,
surely I'll love you unchangingly.
Please, gaze only at me.
Please, I hope these hands do not come apart.			

I will walk together, the future not promised
It keeps walking together, to the future in which you are . . .


Thank you.
Thank you.
I've never had the strength
to tell you yet.
Not in person.
Not to your face.
Not yet.

But I'm making a promise,
that when I become strong,
when I can stand on my own again--
I'll be the one taking care of you.

Thank you.
So much.
For taking care of me.
For holding me when
I was shaking,
For holding my hand when I felt so weak and cold.
For kissing me on the forehead when my world 
felt like it was going to crumble,
For wiping away tears from my tired eyes,
For always loving me.
Thank you.

And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I am this way.
I'm sorry that you have to take care of me the way you do.
It should be the other way around.

But don't leave me.
Not yet.

I promise.

I'll get strong again.

I'll get better.

And then it'll be me taking care of you.

And everything will be right.

And I'll finally be happy.

But even if you do leave me,
for some strange reason,
I'll still care for you the way I do now.
I'll still continue to love you the same way I do now.
And I'll always hope for your happiness.
And your smiling face.

Please, be happy .

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