By Joe

Second songfic. No names are given, no names are needed. Also inspired by The Fountain.

Who knows how long I’ve loved you?
You know I love you still.
Will I wait a lonely lifetime?
If you want me to, I will.

He was three years old. He was at a birthday party (of his cousin, but that’s not important). He was sitting down, looking around, obviously bored–he didn’t know anyone there, and he was missing his favorite show back at home. He was also dressed in uncomfortable clothes, which he hated–not that he knew the word yet. Suddenly, a girl approached him (who appeared to be about his age), and said, “You look bored.”

“Well, I am.”

She smiled and said, “Wanna play over at the playground with me? I think they’re all around the cake now, so it would be just the two of us.”

“Okay, I think that would be nice.”

Long after they had both left the party, he could still remember the touch of her hand as they played. He then realized, that he hadn’t even gotten her name, and a single tear rolled down his cheek.

For if I ever saw you,
I didn’t catch your name,
But it never really mattered–
I will always feel the same.

He was a boy of seven, about to go to school for the first time. He stared up at the great grey monolith that was where he was going to spend the next few years of his life, where he would be confined, unable to play freely as he used to, and he involuntarily shivered. He saw the people going in, and wondered if he should go in with them, but he was so scared, so nervous, that–

A girl took his hand, and led him in. He was taken aback by her aggressiveness, but he was relieved at the same time–at least there was someone who had made that decision for him. She looked vaguely familiar to him–maybe he had seen her before? She then asked him, “Why were you just standing outside back there?”

“I–I wasn’t sure whether to come in.”

“Okay. You shouldn’t do that too much though, people will think you look funny.”

“Do you think I look funny?”

“No, I think you look really nice.”

“Thank you, that’s the first time anyone’s ever said that about me.”

They stopped outside his classroom, and he thanked her. He then realized where he had seen her before–she was the girl he’d met at a party four years ago, who’d gotten him out of his shell that day. He was going to tell her, but then he’d noticed that she had disappeared. He sighed, and walked into the classroom. It was going to be a long year.

Love you forever and forever,
Love you with all my heart,
Love you whenever we’re together,
Love you when we’re apart.

He was seventeen years old, and the past years were a blur to him. He was going up on stage in a few minutes, because he had discovered that he could sing–and he could sing well. The school had asked him to sing at one of the activities of the year, and they had told him it would be a duet, but what they did not tell him was who he was going to be singing with. All he knew was that his partner would be entering from the other side of the stage.

He was going up on stage in a few seconds. He steeled himself, took a few deep breaths, and ascended the stage. He almost lost himself as he saw who he was going to be singing with–it was her! As stunned as he was, he was strangely happy at the same time, and this feeling only increased when he saw the light of recognition in her eyes, and when she gave him a big smile and hugged him, up in front of all those people. Not caring whowas watching, they began to sing:

“And when at last I find you,
Your song will fill the air.
Sing it loud so I can hear you,
Make it easy to be near you,
For the things you do endear you to me–
Oh, you know I will.”

He was a not-so-young man of twenty-seven, and he had just left the restaurant where the two of them had dinner, and now they were walking along the river nearby. It was a cool night, so the two of them had appropriately brought jackets. The lights of the city, the unusually many lights of the stars above, the gleam of the moon on the river, and the aforementioned cool night had a noticeable effect on them: they were walking together, slowly, with her head on his shoulder and his hand around her waist.

Suddenly, he stopped, and faced her. He said, “I guess I had this coming to me, but oh well. I’ve known you for some time–since I was four, in fact–and from then on, I thought to myself, this is the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with. And now I’ve gotten to know you more over the past ten or so years, and in those ten years, that thought of mine has done nothing but intensify. I can’t hold it in anymore. I feel as if I’m going to burst, that I need to tell you how much I love you or I’ll explode.” He got down on one knee and continued, as she stood, stunned, “I apologize for being so melodramatic, and I know this came completely as a surprise to you, but, ” here he fished a small box out of his pocket, opened it to reveal the most beautiful diamond ring she had ever seen, and said, “Will you marry me?” He then patiently waited for her reply, while feeling a little apprehensive all the while.

She remembered all the time they had spent together: the ten years they had been together, the concert where she had found him again, that first day of school when he had been little more than a frightened boy, and that party that started it all, the day she had first met the one person who had made her life worth living. She looked at him, smiled slightly, and said, in a voice full of love, happiness and everything that implies,

“I will.”

…wow, was that cheesy. Still like it though, was fun to write, although it took a lot of effort.


8 Responses to “I Will”

  1. September 4, 2007 at 9:16 pm

    ahahaha yeah, it’s cheesy. but i liked the first part. really.

    toddler falling in love.. haaay. :))

  2. September 5, 2007 at 6:11 pm

    Cute, but the stage singing part was sort of… I mean, wouldn’t they practice first?

    Anyway, cheesy but still really sweet. I liked the first part as well. :))

  3. 3 Joe
    September 5, 2007 at 6:13 pm

    well, they practiced without seeing each other. πŸ˜›

  4. 4 conrad
    September 5, 2007 at 9:36 pm

    di kita kilala. xD

  5. September 5, 2007 at 10:15 pm

    I meant practice together. It’s hard to sing a duet with someone without practicing with them first, I swear.

  6. 7 Joe
    September 5, 2007 at 10:16 pm

    i can imagine. it wouldn’t fit in with the rest of the story though, so i took a few ‘reality liberties’. πŸ˜›

  7. 8 Alex
    January 23, 2017 at 3:32 am

    We will. πŸ™‚

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