A lone tear escaped from my eye.
This night, I fumbled through the box. The box where your poetries and proses laid.
Those three brown papers, the ones specialized, I picked it up with shaky hands and read it again.
Our Love, Paradise, Thousand Fallen Stars. Were the titles of the three.
Tears started to pool my eyes as I reread those and connect it with one another.
Our Love, Paradise, Thousand Fallen Stars...
What does it mean?
Until my shaky hands dropped the brown papers I held to the floor.
One paper flipped, facing the floor with the front... and I saw words written on it.
Our Love,
I kneeled and flipped the other two.
is a Paradise, was written in the second paper entitled Paradise.
of a Thousand Fallen Stars, was written in the last paper entitled Thousand Fallen Stars.
Two hands was lifted and it landed on my mouth. Shaking and sobbing, I hugged the three papers and I realized...
All along, he wanted me to read those messages.
The night he met an accident...
That's why I saw a bouquet of tulips from the medic's hand... It was for me!
That night, he was supposed to surprise me with the poetry he wrote because he had already completed it...
And I won't even found out about it if I didn't stumble into my closet and find the box to reminisce my memories with him!
It's too late.
But it's better late than never.
He was right, Our love is a Paradise of a Thousand Fallen Stars. And I'll forever live in it. In the Paradise where he left me. Along with our fallen stars.
