Cherry Blossom

May 5, 2005 - Philippines
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Corpse Bride

I was peacefully lying under a white jasmine tree when your cold stitched up hands grabbed mine and dragged me to a secluded place where you professed your love.
Your love that you have kept hidden away for a long time and waiting for the right night to say it out.
I reciprocated your love and showed you a love that even the winged seraphs and the demons twenty thousand leagues under the sea would go envying you and me.

Until that fateful day came, where an accident took place separated you and me.
We were peacefully walking down an alleyway when a random passerby stabbed you in the gut.
Blood was seen dripping into your white dress.
As your blood splattered to the ground, you fell into my arms slowly dying.
I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn’t mutter a single word, instead I screamed a mournful and never-ending remembrance that would make the audiences heart ache and break.

As I continue to grieve and hold your limping bloody body, the memories came flooding in as you left me in the alleyway alone and crying.
I caressed your long curly inky blank hair that strangled my hand one last time before letting go.
I stared at your coffee-colored eyes that made me insane before letting go.
I kissed your curved, soft cherry tinted lips that made me feel like I kissed the clouds one last time before letting go.
I held your stitched up hands, the same hands that started it all one last time before letting go.

Finally, the light behind your eyes burned out.
At that moment in time, I felt numb as if the world stopped spinning, time moved slowly and felt like I was being stabbed in the heart over and over again, it was a never-ending cycle of pain.
I accepted the fact that no matter how many tears I shed it couldn’t bring you back.
It doesn’t matter if the criminal was caught or not for it couldn’t bring you back.
I accepted the fact that you’re dead and I need to move on.

As the night grew darker and colder, I muttered words only your soul, the kind wind, the emotionless moon and the crying stars could hear.

“Te amore hasta la muerte mi amor.”
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