“I love you,” I wrote.
A pure white feeling from the heart.
I’ve heard that a June Bride would be happy.
That’s why I pray that we will be overflowing with happiness.
Sometimes, I’d dream of that cold and rainy June night.
The sound of a car quietly stopping mingles with the lonely raindrops flickering on the window.
The scene I should have forgotten, keeps coming back to me, again and again.
Please, don’t cry.
I beg you, please don’t feel sad.
I wanted to tell you but I wake up without being able to.
Over and over again.
I am the June Bride of Sorrow.
I wonder why.
When you lose something, your heart feels like it’s ripped apart.
Please don’t go.
I don’t know how many times I’ve whispered that.
But the silhouette of the car just gets smaller as I stare at it amidst the cold rain.
For a long, long time.
A June Bride is surrounded with colors of happiness, it should be beautiful.
I had hoped that when two people are together, there would be joy in every day.
Loving you is painful. Painful.
On a white paper, with a white pen, for you,
“I love you,”
I wrote simply.
A pure white feeling.
Please, in your heart…