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The Last Letter: Secrets of the Weeping Willow
It was the summer he wished he could change. It was not the way he pictured his summer after coming home. He parked his car on the side of the suntan flowers and under the shade of the weeping willow tree. He would’ve come to this place last week after he received the letter. But he’s too scared to face his own feelings.
“I’m not ready for this sweetheart,” he whispered into the thin crispy afternoon air. “I can’t believe it.” He stepped into the newly planted Bermuda grass and crisscrossed his legs to sit facing her. He gazed at her for a moment, remembering her face.
“I came home for you…because I wanted to ask you something.” His voice trailed down like an echo. “But it turns out that you are the one who has something to say, the one who has something to ask from me. But baby, you know that I can’t and you left me with no choice.” His voice croaked for he was starting to stop the tears from falling down his face again.
Clutching the letter, his hands shook as he tore down the opening. Slowly and carefully he pulled the perfumed-letter and a small orchid petal dropped down.
“Hi honey, I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye before I left. I’m afraid that you’d get worried of me and will cry a lot (which I don’t want because I will not be there to wipe away your tears). I’m sorry that I kept it from you. I wanted to say that I love you, one more time before I’ll go with forever. Please be strong.
Don’t worry for I’ll be watching you every day. I will be your star on a night sky, your rays of sunshine on daylight and your rainbow after the rain. When you feel that you can’t go on, just look at the back of this letter; for I’ll be there on your side always. I’ll see you soon.”
He loves her so much but he also loves the freedom he has. There was his never-ending list of promises to come home but two years has come to pass and nothing happened. Yes he missed her so badly that sometimes his heart aches for her hug and kisses.
“I’m sorry for everything...” that’s all he could say.
He knew deep inside his heart that he made a mistake—a mistake that cannot be undone. What happened to this beautiful-faced girl in front of him are the consequences of his wrong-doings to her. He now understands why she didn’t call him again after their last fight.
“One day, you are going to miss my calls and my voice!” she yelled at the phone. “I gave you everything but you lied to me! How could you!”
Well, he was sorry for the things he had done, for the all the lying he had said. He doesn’t want to remember it anymore. He sent letters and sorry-cards but got no response from her. He just wanted to make up with her by coming home and surprising her.
But it turns out he was the one who was surprised. He was so happy picturing her smiles when he will knock on her door and see him standing there. But he guessed not everyone will have their own taste of fairytale’s most abused word “happy ending”.
The eerie silence of the park made his heart break again. He could feel the pain ripping thru the very core of his soul. He remembered how he went hysterical when he learned what happened. He talked and talked of nonsense things, while she just quietly listens to him.
“You know sweetheart, I missed talking to you about nonsense things; mostly your girlish dreams and plans. I’m annoyed sometimes but I’m kinda looking for it now.”
He stayed there for another couple of hours before saying goodbye. He hesitated for a moment but then he pulled a small square box on his pocket and opened it in front of her. “Sweetheart, I know it’s kind of late for me to say this to you but I came home for this reason,” he said soft as a whisper. “Will you marry me?”
A gushing cold wind blew his face and crickets add a sound to the deafening silence of the park. His tears flowing down freely and through sobs, he said, “You are speechless again. But I’ll take it as a yes, okay?” he pulled the ring and placed it on the letter – the last letter from her.
He stood up and said his prayers. “Got to go sweetheart, but I’ll come back again to see you.”
He walked away from her grave towards the weeping willow tree that seems like crying in the distance.
He turned again and waved to her. “I’ll see you soon.”
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