Three years ago... 
I knew I was only writing words,
but now, I'm even writing emotions.

AB INCUNABULIS (From the Cradle)

Prologue

He is every letter, every word and every sentence in my book.

He is a line from a piece that I cannot forget.

He is the wave that taunts the shore.

He is the whirlpool in the middle of the ocean and more.

He is the torn sheets of my draft.

And he is the part of everything, I know I should have just dropped.

If I would be given a chance to re-choose my path,

I would take the path where I know he would be waiting for me.

However, chances are just given to persons with normal destiny,

And I am not one of them, to begin with.

Falling inlove with him was a mistake.

It was not supposed to be.

I have given a life to give it away,

And not to share it with anyone who I might encounter on my journey.

I have existed to be unseen,

And I was careless to consider the possibilities.

I should not have used my will to make my own memories.

I should not have used my ability to paint a part of me.

Now, I was given the option to leave everyone hurting

Or to kill the attached feelings within.

Giving up my existence is easy to not regret,

But that was only when I have not met him yet.

I should not have lived according to what I have felt that day.

After now, what should I do? Should I still stay?

(credits for the image)