SOLDIER ||leonetta {Editing}

My Story

Why?

Why are we scared to say the most three simple words in life?

Why are we?

Those three words who are ment to be for that one person.

 
 
That one person you desire.

 

Why are we so scared to tell them?

Why was I too scared to tell her?

 

           "I love you"

 
 
The most easiest words that may exist,  they would say.

So why?

Why was I so scared to tell her?

 

"Violetta Castillo , I love you"

Violetta,

Probably one of the most wonderful people I ever got to know in my life.

We met at the farm of her grandparents. Also known as my neighbours.

I used to come there quite alot , especially after dinner. Not that my neighbours actually knew that someone was playing all by himself in their huge garden.

And one time , fate decided she got to be there too.

The thing is, back then I never would have realized she'd become so important to me.

It began with just one innocent summer. She told me she would stay with her grandparents since her father had to work and her mother had died a while ago.

Her father would be working all summer. At least, that's what we used to think.

She didn't leave town anymore after a few summers. She had to stay the whole year since no one else could look after her.

And what started as one year, turned out to be a few years.

We grew up together.

Just a girl,

A regular girl who always knew how to make fun of me. A girl who knew how to turn a smile upon my face. A girl who knew exactly what she had to say at the right moment.

She's my best friend.

Only, my best friend.

But even today, at this moment.
I know that I'm in love with her.

Every summer night we would spend time together. Playing silly games,  watching the stars..

I wish every night could have been like that.

But when things seem to be perfect.

There's always something trying to break it.

In my case,

A war.

When you're eighteen years old, you have conscription. You must join the army.

And yes, tomorrow it is my birthday.

I already got my invitation. This sunday morning I'd leave.

Fighting for my own country, their safety.

Fighting for her.

It's not  the way you think it is.
 

I am not scared to tell her that I love her.

I'm not scared to die.

 

I'm scared to leave her alone with a broken heart. That she has faith in the fact that her true love will return back home for her.

I couldn't be able to live with that.

This battlefield would be my ending.

So no goodbye kisses, no happy ending for me.

This is the story, How I died