The error does not Stop 
Today, again I find myself alone, in this cold Winter. I'm on the couch facing the fireplace, the chair where one day I was only yours. Beginning to write poems that I thought would I could never say.
I thought that never in my life would be able to take again in my hands, a paper and ink pen.
I thought I would only write my signature, and I also thought that my imagination is not sufficient to write to you.
Suddenly, I'm crying. I did no want cry, but I can't stop. Warm tears, yet these tears are so lonely and bitter. Excuse me if you get any trace of my gloomy sadness in this letter. I did not do it on purpose.
A beautiful summer afternoon, I promised you, never forget your smile, I loved that gesture yours. Your smile that never again return to my side, I will miss. I also know that your touch never accompany me in my bad times, I know it will not be there when you need it.
The time that I had you, was Little to admire your eyes, those beatifull eyes that cast a spell on me. The time that I had you, was little to learn the taste of your lips and the touch of your thin fingers.
You were always my most beautiful dream, a beautiful dream of love, which, without knowing why, it was an illusion. I wanted something real. Every time I saw you was like seeing the sun shining in the dark. As many people say “The light al the end of the road.”
Again today I am thinking of you, and that is why I am writing this letter.
Suddenly I close my eyes and start to dream I kiss your beautiful lips, and it pronounce these words "I can not live without you, never leave me"… But I wake up and realice that’s not true. I do not know at what point I began to dream. I do not know at what point, I started to miss your silence, and the blows that made me react.
I've always been stubborn, but now I don't understand why my heart is so stupid and does not accept that never love me again.
I do not understand the reason of love so strong, that really hurts me.
I gave myself even though I knew there would be reciprocated.
Why did I do? What was I looking for that? Why the hell did I do? But then I answer myself: “In the heart can not govern, and though I can not make in mine. I am a human being, and that makes me give me, and love with crazy… knowing that I am not, nor will I be reciprocated. "
Now I only ask one thing, I would like that you listen, my heart is crying, and I’m singing a sad sonata. I feel lost, and I feel that it is not worth anything because everything in my life is over. Today everything in my life is over. As I would like, that you touch my heart, if you do not feel any movement, that has stopped and feeling. I wish I knew now, how the hell I can breathe? I can’t live without you... My great love frustrated. Because that is what you are.
Once again I am filled with doubt and wonder a thousand times. What went wrong? Qué me faltó por darte? And again I answer myself ... What? Perhaps I can not even look at you?
Surely now you're with him, Whit that Aoi… All I can hope for you is to be happy, because after I loved you so I can not wish you evil. No boubt someday Aoi takes you to The altar.
Yes, that damn that ruined my dream.
That guy stole my happiness.
Reita, the last words of this letter, I write to you and I want you read it, before you have to attend my funeral ...
Signature: Takanori "who never stoppedloving you"
PS: Be happy, that's all I ask ... And please leave a white rose on my tombstone, you know that I like. "
