ORIGINAL/OLD VERSION: Dying time and Ellipsism

Chapter 3

Notes.
Letters.
Poems.
He wrote for her.
He wrote them all.
Just for her.

With trembling hands she gently opened the dark green notebook with the slightly worn out edges.
The pages felt nice against her soft fingertips and the knowledge that barley a week ago her soulmate was holding this book, writing sweet words and promises for her made her throat burn in sadness and her heart clench in pain.
It was the only thing she had from him and he made it for her.
Especially for her.
And with a small sigh she read the first words, that were written in a neat handwriting.

To my beloved soulmate.
I hope you can wait for me to find you.
Just for a little longer.
I'm begging for you to give me a chance to not only own your soul like you own mine, but also your heart, and I promise you, that you'll rule over mine, because it is only yours to rule.
And I promise that I'll wait for you.
I'll wait until you'll be ready to accept me.
Ready to share your love with me.

She felt her heart break again and the tears that were about to fall.
He would have waited for her to be comfortable.
He wanted her to wait for him, give him a chance.
He wanted to own her heart and he was ready to give up his without knowing who she was.
Trying to hold back her tears so she wouldn't damage the notebook, that suddenly started meaning so much to her, she gently turned over to the next page.

To my lover, 
the ruler of my heart and soul.

I want to meet you.
I want to meet you when the life wakes up again and your beauty is as delicate as the one the young flowers posses.
I want to meet you when the sun makes your skin glow in a soft tone and your smile shines brighter than the sun itself.
I want to meet you when the rain makes your cheeks burn red from the cold and your eyes glow in the dull world.
I want to meet you when the wind messes up your hair and the colorful leaves fly around you like your their sun.
I want to meet you when the snow get caught in your lashes and the cold makes your lips glow a beautiful red.
I want to meet you when the tears run down your cheeks, so I'll be able to catch them before they hit the ground.
I want to meet you when the worry's in your head try to push you down, so I'll be able to shield you from their weight.
I want to meet you when you need someone, because I want to be someone for you.
I want to meet you when when a smile graces your lips, so I'll be able to remember it for eternity.
I want to meet you when your laughters dance trough the room, so I'll be able to see your heart leap in joy.
I want to meet you all over and over again, so I'll be able to fall for you over and over again.

Now tears were running down her cheeks and she quickly tried to catch them before they hit the clean pages of the book.
Her fingertips grazed the handwriting longingly.
A chocked sob escaped her trembling lips, a soft whisper soon followed.

"I would love to meet you over and over again."

The words that were written made her heart flutter.
No one has ever said or wrote such sweet word to her, but at the same time it broke her.
No one has thought about her in that way.
She looked up onto the white ceiling of her room, trying to stop the tears from running down her slightly reddened cheeks.
After a moment she looked down onto the note-book in front of her and caresses the writing again, she couldn't stop herself, it was the only thing that connected her to him.
With a soft smile she gently turned the page.

I guess it's a 'hello' again my flower
I know all of this probably bores you, so you can stop reading anytime. Please don't force yourself trough this.