Third of the Three.

Chapter One

I remember the sand castles we built when we were young. I played the king, and you played the Queen.

I remember when we used to play house. I was the daddy, and you were the mummy.
I remember the first time you smiled at me with your kind eyes, my heart melted, and the world felt like paradise.

Emotions sparked from my eyes to my heart. Our feelings in harmony, like sunshine after the fall of rain.
Even when I'm hurt, your existence made me forget the pain. You called me your Romeo, and you were my Juliet.
Easy for me to spot even though you were the third of an identical triplet.
We look at each other and our souls connect, like weaves in a basket.

Even though words weren't spoken, our action showed, that my heart belonged to you, and yours to me. Until I got enlisted, and had to leave for the Army. I asked if I should stay, but you shocked me with your response.

"It's about time you left the community, at least you get to do something meaningful with your life, you've always wanted this, so why the hell should you stay?."
I said "for you... I could stay for you if you want." But you laughed it off as always,
My heart was shattered as to how you felt no pain that I was about to leave.

That night, throughout my journey, I silently grieved. I should have told you how I really felt about you. But you always found ways to make it a joke whenever I try to.

Now a military man, but couldn't concentrate for a few months into my training. Once in a while, I snuck out to find a way to communicate with you. But each time I do, I could tell from your voice, that something was wrong with you.

Several times I tried to find out what the problem was, but every time I asked, the attitude you gave had such a repelling force. Then you stopped picking up my phone calls. I felt so disconnected, and even got into a brawl. I tried to summon the courage, to move on with my life, but the more I tried, the more I couldn't get you out of my mind. I was forced to make some irresponsible friends. It was easy to tell that I carried rage inside.

Time passed. I moved on. The rage made me the best recruit of my platoon. It was the end of military training and time to go home for a while. Like my journey to camp, I found myself thinking of you throughout my journey home. I tried to stop but I couldn't. Because I hated and loved you at the same time.

I got home late to smiling faces of families and friends who stayed up late just to see me again. I looked past them with hopes to find you somewhere in the small crowd. I couldn't wait for the celebration to be over so I can start searching for you.

Finally, it was over and everyone was gone so I went to my room for the first time in a while. It was exactly the way I left it, except for the dust here and there and signs of my little sister's presence while I was gone.
One thing led to another, I found the clothes I was wearing the last day I saw you. Only then did I find the note you slid in my pocket when we hugged goodbye.

If only...
If only I found it sooner, things would have turned out differently. I wish I saw this earlier, for this is one year later...

TO BE CONTINUED.....