Yo! This is the random idea of the weekend. Sorry if there is any offense of some kind. *bows* Thank you.
Do you remember the promise we made when we were young? Back when innocence rained? We knew of no taboo, our promise seemed pure. You were to be my wife, and I, your one and only.
Our fingers always laced together, we traded sweet kisses. We held each other tightly, unwilling to let go. You were mine, and I was yours. Our parents looked on cooing, commenting on how cute it seemed back then. But then we grew older.
We were taught of our taboo. You laughed at out ‘sill game’ and I laughed as well, but alone I cried. We went our separate ways. You had no problem falling in love, but I couldn’t fall in love with any other.. We both broke hearts. You easily fell for others, I couldn’t love at all. And older we grew.
You were engaged to be married. I found another man to be with. You were happy and I was miserable. He could see my misery. He knew me best, maybe better than myself. His love for me was real, but my heart belonged to you. He didn’t want me to stay this way so he let me go. He told me to go to you and tell you how I felt. So I left, and he cried.
A day before your wedding, you were so busy, but still made time for me. Your smile was so beautiful, a smile just for me. My face blushed, butterflies danced in my stomach, my nerves were on end, and I was slightly shaking. My head lowered in your presence. I muttered, confessing my love to you. And you laughed. The same laugh from all of those years ago, it was just that silly game again. I looked up with a tear stained face and laughed with you once more before walking out the door. And my heart was ripped in two.
Did you remember that promise we had made back when we were young? Back when nothing seemed forbidden? You were to be my wife and I was to be your husband. For all of those years my heart was your, was yours ever mine, dearest sister? Did you forget about me?
The day of your wedding. I’m sorry I’m not there. I wanted to congratulate you at least, but I was too far gone. At home I hold my set of blades and wrote this to you. This will be the last thing I will do before I leave. I love you my dearest. Please tell the one who loved me that I said thank you and sorry. Good bye.
