His thoughts on love
 

As I walk through the door, I put down the keys and stare blankly out the window into the sun, missing the way your hair looks as it catches the sunlight and shines a copper brown. I think of love lost, love found, broken love, love without a scratch. Love, love, love, is all that comes to mind as I listen to the messages on the machine, though not a one is from you.
I stare at my reflection, my pale face fraught with regret. I regret everything: everything but you. And yet somehow it wasn't until now that I knew I had lost you.
If only I'd been more careful. If only I'd written, if only I'd told you, if only I'd been there, with you, maybe life would be different. The echo of your voice resonates in my head; each and every day I think of you. The world knows not of what I feel, but as I look up into the sky, I feel that regret burn brighter than ever, as if the world were reminding me of my stupidity. And oh god, if life were so fair, if you too feel regret, felt regret, if you even think of me, I hope you know that I love you, even if those words, I never did speak.

Wow...It wasn't until after I read what I wrote, but I'm pretty sure I just wrote a poetic version of the third part of 5 Centimeters Per Second...XD

A-ri-ga-to! :D I am an "unapreciated artist"; in other words, I could use some practice XD.

Aww... *sigh*

Thank's alot ^_^ though I'd rather be able to paint, take pictures and draw rather than just write Q_Q

The effect I was going for in all it's simplicity ^_^

whats wrong with just writing i wish i can write poetry or a stories or something like that cause when i actually write something it turns out to be nothing but crap>_< haha all i can do is draw

I would trade writing for drawing >.> Hmm....Actualy scratch that >_< I want both!

yeah i would love to have both but i like the writing thingy thing