In the three lives I'll get to live, two would be ones in which I love you more than anything. The other would be painful and lonesome, as I try drown myself in sorrow and boredom.
You may ask why or how this happened, but I couldn't tell you. Tho if I did, I know you'd be saddened and angry at the truth.
A truth so painful that you'd end up shading a tear.
......If you really want to know that truth, I'm sorry to have to warn you, my love.
In the first life we live, we seek out the other with passion that could not be unrequited. It was a marvellous and magical time to be and we would love and die as one.
The second was the here and now, a figment of subconscious that filled the hole in my heart. You, my love, and those with you were my family when I was alone, a place I could call home. The memories of that life blurred and were taken, until 'I' was all that remained, and the fear of not knowing anymore, brought me to my death.
And the last...... oh the last that caused me so much agony, the one in which 'you', my 'love', tore me from the inside out. I would and will always forgive you, for you had done no wrong, but I longed for too long and you severed the connection with your own hatred and disgust. I'm sorry for the pain I caused you and I vowed to never 'meet you' again, as I fell from the sky.
Goodbye.
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