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June liked colors,
he was an artist, he liked venturing into different kinds of art, I might be biased but I think June is the best artist ever to exist.
he disliked literature, he would only read if it is something about art or me, silly pretty man.
my June, he painted so many portraits of flowers, all because I am fond of them. I admired that about him, he knows exactly what he wants...
"Rianne, please, I want to be with you and you alone."
He is rather persistent.
"No matter, I will face him. We will be together, Rianne, no man nor god will stop me."
He can be reckless, but he was never afraid to be vulnerable, or was that because he trusted me?
"you are the cause of these tears, yet... yet I still long for you."
I cannot remember why I deserve such trust,
every passing minute, day, and memory, They taunt me. all of them including him, my June. may it be ugly or beautiful, I cherish every single memory with him. From the moment I met him, the moment we declared our love, to the day I witnessed us part ways.
All the happiness, gifts, and paintings from June, I kept them with me. even the pain and tears, I know it all by heart. No matter how much it hurts, I will bear it for it is from him, my June.
June is like winter and spring all at once, He left me warm happiness and everlasting memories, despite all that, he left, and that is why he is like winter. His disappearance was the beginning of an indescribable era, an era of agony, a life without him.
I am left with winter, holding our memories dearly, June.
Perhaps, it is inevitable. The foolish risk I took was to love him, what if it doesn't work? the very question I asked myself. It took me a single glance at June to answer that question. What if it does?
I hurt both of us in the process of that dilemma, the utter regret I felt was unbearable. If only I had let go of you, if only our eyes never met, if only you are still here.
what must I do, June?
I need you, please, tell me what I must do to have you back.
Every passing minute— no, seconds, is painful, I wish to have you back.
I am sorry June, I discovered a sorrow I never knew, amidst our distance and your disappearance. It was unfamiliar and it left a scar, for which is yet to heal.
A scar only you can heal.
but how can that be? we are far apart,
perhaps, I am bound with this scar for all of eternity.
