Why Didn't I...

Sometimes there are things in your life that you regret. Some of those things you cannot help though...

We used to hold hands every time we got the chance. We walked the halls like king and queen. Everyone who passed were our royal subjects, ones who thought we were perfect. We were known as the perfect couple. We could never be separated. When we first laid eyes on each other, we knew that we were meant to be. 

I wanted to marry you straight after we left that horrid place. That jail house that kept our love chained. But we kept our hearts one. You had half, and I had half. But when you decided that you were going to serve me as well as every one else, I became scared. I mean we were still together, but you were training for something dangerous. You were going to go somewhere unknown one day. I was scared. I kept trying to tell myself that we were never going to leave one another. But that was a lie.

Once we left that hell, you left as well. It was so sudden I didn't get the chance to tell you goodbye. Though your mother told me where you were stationed, all my letters that I sent, I could never say goodbye like I could have in person. Why wouldn't you come to me? I wanted to give you one last kiss. I wanted to hug you so tight, as if it was your last day to live. Who knew that would come true.

My heart wrenched every time I thought about you. I promise I never looked at another man. I would wait for you. But you would never come. I cried almost every night trying to figure out when you would be back. 

When I heard that you were going out on the field to fight, I held my hand to my chest and prayed. But I guess my prayers didn't reach you fast enough, because after three months of no letters from you, I finally did.

I fell to my knees as I read the news. My heart shattered, my soul broken. I couldn't believe that you were gone. You gave me your word! You said that we would always be the perfect two! I cried there on the side out the road, holding that letter tightly to my chest. My tears could not stop. My face was hot and my cries echoing through the whole town. The one thing I regret, was not saying goodbye. Maybe if I had done that, then maybe you wouldn't be gone. I could have seen your face one last time. I would have said to be careful, and to make sure that you try and call once in a while. To promise me that you'll come back. But in the end, you just left me. Now I don't know what to do. 

At this point in my life, I sit and wonder if it was my fault. I should have said goodbye. Why didn't I say goodbye?

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Not really sure where to put this. It is simply a plain sequence of thoughts. What is more, the topic is rather cliché. (Sorry for being the bad reviewer for once)