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The words I wish to say to you, dear, they're stuck in my throat,
I so long to write it down, yet it stops, stuck in my mind,
Just like me, frozen on the battlefield, on the very day I saw that arrow be lodged in your blooming, bloody red heart.
I still remember it—do you?
Because I hope you don't,
So you wouldn't need to suffer with the same thought again and again,
The battlefield, I still remember it so clearly,
It shows up in my dreams almost every night.
And the dream cuts to the same moment each time,
I don't know why, I don't know how, but it's like that, and I let it be so.
The same moment when the arrow went straight for your heart, when you laid on the ground,
Your hands on your sides, like petals falling off a decaying flower.
And dear, I wish I could go back to the very day I took your hands in the meadow,
When I looked over your freckled face,
The braided hair you always did every day—
—even when you were buried,
And to your emerald-green eyes,
To the very moment when I uttered those very words that changed our fates forever,
Those words, I long to say it, just three,
So simple, so deep and yet it changed our fates forever.
It should be very obvious for what those three words are,
Because if it wasn't, then I wouldn't know what to do with you,
If I hadn't loved you.