[Authoer's Note]: Okay, so for some reason, I get really sad ideas when I'm inexplicably depressed and empty, so if you don't want sad... Don't read... I promise to post something happy next time. This is AU (Alternate Universe); I tend to do those a lot... Anyway, read on if you want... Even though it's sad, I hope you enjoy.

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"You know, when I was growing up, I always told myself that falling in love was pointless... You only got hurt," the man spoke softly to the gray stone he stood in front of. "I guess I was right... About the getting hurt part..." He chuckled dryly, sniffling and wiping his eyes. "Don't laugh, it's these stupid flowers. You know how much they bother me..." He knelt in front of the gray stone, gently running his long, thin fingers along the black engravings. "You made me realize, though, how wrong I was about love being pointless..." He let his hand drop from the cold material and sniffed back more tears. "I've brought you the monthly gift of flowers that I promised before you left me..." Alone. He thought.

The man's long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail that reached to his shoulder blades. "I haven't cut it, you know..." He chuckled, setting the flowers down. "You used to tell me how much you loved my hair like this... And then you'd go into a rant in that damn alien language of yours..." At that point, the tears came in a flood. "I miss hearing that language now, and I hate myself every day that I yelled at you because of it..." He sniffed, wiping his eyes. "I think what I really miss is your voice..." He paused and for a long while, there was silence in the cemetery.  "It's been nearly seven months without you, but it seems like just yesterday the sickness was taking you away from me... Like a punishment for never being the nicest person..." He bit his lip and choked on his words. "I know you forgive me... But I can never forgive myself..."

And now you're gone. He thought, shaking his head.

"And of all the people I could have fallen in love with..." He sighed, looking down at his shaking hands. "I'm glad it was you, Hannie... Because of you I know what love really is... And that's having someone to be there for you no matter what happens..." He sniffed and his tears had stopped, turning into hiccups and dry sobs. "So, even though the words are too late... I love you, Hannie... And I miss you..."

A small breeze picked up and rustled the leaves in the trees above. A late autumn leaf fell from the tree just above the man and landed in front of him. He picked up the auburn colored leaf and laughed.

"You know I don't believe in things like this, Hannie... But thank you..." He stood up from where he had been sitting. He adjusted the flowers he had brought. He looked back at the leaf in his hand and sighed, holding the heart-shaped leaf against his chest and lifting his head toward the pink and peach sunset, closing his eyes. "I'm so very glad it was you..."