Letters and Poems (That He Received)
Letters and Poems (That She Hid)**Song**
The other members think I've changed. They told me I need to smile, but how can I? They tell me to focus solely on dancing and singing, but how can I? How am I suppose to do anything, now?
Kim MinYoung was my bestfriend. I've known her since we were six years old. Our parents would even joke about us growing up, and falling in love. My mom already had plans made for our wedding, which made me laugh, when she talked about it. Who would have knwon she was right? I did love MinYoung.
It was a little over eight months ago that she passed away. For weeks before she left, she was in pain. Up until the end she never stopped smiling and laughing. As the days grew closer, she started refusing to let me see her. Her mom swore to me that I'd be able to see her, before she died. But that day, never happened for me.
I remember the day I got pulled from practice, because my mom called the manager. MinYoung had died that morning. I never even got a chance to say goodbye properly, before the funeral. She looked so peacful, laying in her coffin. She wore a light blue dress, and sandels. Her hair was pinned back, and her cheeks were brushed with blush.
She looked like she was sleeping. Sitting in the pews of the church, I expected for her to pop up, and yell surprise. When it finally hit me that it wasn't a joke, my heart shattered.
It was a few days later, when her mom gave me a small package. Inside was a single book, that had a pink ribbon around it. On the cover, my name was etched in the leather. I pried the book open, curious about who would send me a book, knowing I hate to read. On the inside cover MinYoung's name was etched in a heart. There was even a dedication page.
'To my best friend, Yoo Chang Hyun. Who has helped me through life, shown me love, and will remain with me forever.' I realized she sent me a book full of poetry and doodles. On the first page was a poem entitled "I'll wait for you". I sat on my bed and looked the page over. In the margins there was a doodle of me, with a big head.
I will wait for you...
Though we never get a chance to say goodbye,
Remember me...
When winter snows are falling through a quiet sky
I'll remember you
When, in our darkest hour,
You held my hand and prayed I wouldn't go,
But a silent voice called out to me;
My time had come, and I had to travel Home...
Since then, I know your life has never been the same,
For I visit you each day
So many times I've felt your pain
I've watched you cry
And I've heard you call my name...
But now, further along life's road I stand
In a timeless world, just beyond your sight,
Waiting for the day when I can take your hand and bring you across
to this land of Golden Light...
Till then, remember me, you understand-and try not to cry.
But if you do
Let your tears fall
For the happiness and joy we knew,
And for the special love we shared,
For love can never die.
Tears stung my eyes, and I fruitlessly wiped them away. I turned through the pages, reading line after line, some making me laugh. Others just made me want to curl in a ball and sob my heart out.
Release me, let me go.
I try not to dwell. But its so hard to do, when I can't forget you. Why would I want to forget you, anyways? You were the best person I've ever met. You always cared for me. You showed me what it was like not to be lonely. You taught me to smile like I mean it, and talk about my feelings. And my mom loved you too.
I love you. I always did. I guess we were both too scared to make a move. Your letter really helped me believe that life didn't totally . From today on I will live for both of us. I will do what you asked. I will laugh and smile. I'll make sure my friends and family know how much they mean to me. And I hope you know hos much you meant to me. The book means alot for me. I have kept it in new condition and will protect it always. The poems were beautiful, as were you, even after death.
I really hope to see you one day. Then we can pick up where we left off. I bet your even more beautiful now. And I thought that would never be possible. It's time for me to go, but I might write letters more often. Even though you can't feel them or touch them, I know your reading them.
Love, ChangHyun (Ricky)
I stuck the folded note in a paper baggie and sealed it up. I sat it on my nighttable and turned off the small lamp. The dark comforted me as I started crying again and curled against the wall. My hand went under my pillow, where I could feel the poetry book. I squeezed my eyes shut and cried myself to sleep. Thinking about how pretty MinYoung must be with wings. Because she was an angel on Earth, she should be one in Heaven.
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"I'll Wait For You"- Stephen O'Brien
"When I'm Gone"-Mary Alice Ramish
Disclaimer: I own the storyline. Sadly I do not own Teen Top or the poems. Please give credit to the owners and original writers, as they worked hard for recognition. Do not plagarize. Please support me and my sad one-shot, inspired from something I daydreamed about.
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