“Hisao… why did you have to go?”
I looked around the cemetery before focusing on his grave again. My eyes watered and I dropped to my knees. He had been gone for 5 years but my feelings hadn’t changed. Since then he was almost the only thing I could paint. I couldn’t get him out of my head.
“I miss you.”
I looked up to the sky as I started to cry. I had never felt so strongly about someone like I did with him. He had supported me in everything I did to paint more. He was bad at it at first and made both of us very frustrated but I think that made me love him more. I didn’t like saying the words ‘I love you’ for the longest time. But as he grew closer to me I think I became okay with it.
“I won’t stay too long Hisao. I want to paint more. I love you.”
With that I brushed the tears from my face onto my shoulders and with one more look at his grave left.