15 Years

Ive always been in love with this one person so i wrote letters to this special person
The first year i wrote a letter to you i was reckless.Day after day i wrote without failing to send it to you.I always licked those stamps as persistently as i could just so i could give the note to you faster.

The second year i was reckless again too.My house caught on fire and i didnt even notice it.My clothes even burned,Top to bottom.I didnt even notice until the only thing left was my collar that was attached to my uniform.

The third year when i wrote you a letter its was genuine this time.I looked into the realm of literature to help me with it.I even published my journal on my internet blog.And sense i posted it my subscribers hit a record!

The fourth year i submitted a magazine.And i began to develop haveing social Problems.
I decided to publish my poem collection i made for you.So i then resigned from being a office worker.But i never got a reply from any of the letters i had ever gave to you.

By the fifth year i was a professional poet.Exspecially popular among women around age 20,But since im so steady all the other girls looked different to me.

After six years my body had broke.There was no bones that was broken.There was only organs that had gotten destroyed.My poems had exceeded 2,000, i was to scared and worried that i drunk a lot.

The seventh year i had finally recovered completely.I always thought to my self what i could compare you with today on a note.Mabye a extreme iron over a cliff? or mabye a complex inner space.

The eighth year i hadnt changed at all i kept thinking to my self what i could compare you to today.Mabye like you winning and staying undeafted in 16 sumo touenaments?Or mabye a doctor who hasnt killed anyone during surgery yet.But all those poems ive ever sent you i never got a reply.

The nineth year i got involved in a accident.I was hit by a train passing by and i didnt notice it.Apparently i hit my head quite severely.I even forgot my own name,But i still remembered my love for you.

Through the tenth and eleventh year my memory still didnt come back.However i still loved you.And i really had wanted a reply from you.

Through the twelfth and thirteenth year my memory hadn't come back.I still loved you,but you were the only thing i didn't have.

In the fourteenth year,it stil wasnt back.I felt anxious and scared every day.I just wanted a glimpse of you so i ran outside in the cold wind with the very first note i wrote for you.Because there was still a few words that i wanted to tell you.

The fifteenth year my memory had come back.Remembering it all,i bursted into tears.I remember that you'd been dead for fifteen years.
After comeing back home every day i would grab a poem of my love for you,And i threw them into the room that used to be yours.And i always think they will reach you someday.

Today i give you notes on hearted balloons and lift them up to the sky waiting for your reply.