To My Sakura, With Hope.
I saw a film today, it told the story of a dying girl who met a lonely guy, in her final days. And it reminded me of you. It reminded me of me, before you. It reminded me of how I started each day, Defeated, my head hung heavy as I brooded through the hours of each day. Until that day... The day a rainstorm flooded my campus and had me rushing to my car, With my soaking shoes under a bright rainbow umbrella. The day a rushing stranger shared the space under my umbrella, As we walked awkwardly across puddles of rain and mud. And throughout that week of our shared journey, You took my hand in yours and taught me how to live. The girl in the film echoes something you once told me: " Every day is worth the same, no matter how you choose to spend it. So spend yours exactly how you want to." You said that to me as you held my hand, seated on that dingy sofa with me, in that freezing library. I heard your silvery voice with drowning eyes as you spoke to me those words... Words tha