(I wanted to try something new, so I thought a poetic theme could work. I'm sorry if you don't like poetry and if my poetry is bad. You can probably tell I don't do it oftenXD)
How many years have past since then?
Since that day?
Since the day you lost your love?
The day was warm,
The grass was cool.
The day was nothing special,
The same routine going forth.
On your same route you walked,
But unlike other days, you stumbled
The bright, beautiful, and cursed crimson flowed from the gash,
The victimized knee was screaming as the veil sensations took over.
Even though you didn't foresee it,
Fate was on your side.
A hand extended from what could have been the heavens,
A unique one, a strong one, one of an angel.
Your head lifted from the ground to the sky,
Your eyes were met with a majestic sight.
A man with hair like silky gold,
And eyes that resembled blue, nightly mist.
"Are you alright?"
The voice said.
"I think so,"
You replied.
Your hand reached up,
Soon, both hands were connected.
The man jolted you up,
In one swift motion,
As if you were only a mere feather.
Red covered your pale cheeks,
Sweat covered and glossed your skin.
This man made your heart race,
Even though you knew nothing about him.
"May I ask your name?"
He asked.
"(Y/n)"
You told him.
"Such a lovely name."
***
Basch was his name,
A name that was foreign to you.
Well... who were you kidding?
Everything about him was foreign.
You had never met anyone like him before,
You were sure that you never would again.
The more time you two shared,
The more you fell in love.
The more you fell in love,
The more you were to announcing it.
However...
On a cold frosty night,
You lost him.
On your table was a letter,
Which was addressed to you.
In it,
Was a farewell.
