EndlessConflict is missing him.
Itsumo — 1 week ago
I remember when my sparkling dream was to live in Japan. Coming from the city, it just looked so beautiful and green. The culture was very nice, the traditions were amazing, the art was outstanding . . Everything about it was absolutely amazing to me. I looked up information about the housing complexes, the living expenses, the language—anything you could think of!
And then . . I met someone who lived in that very place; and he soon became my hero. I never looked up to anyone as much as him. I never admired someone or thought so highly of anyone as I respected him. He had saved me from a pathetic teenage life and gave me a reason to smile. He showed me love, happiness, promise.
. . .
But, all it ever ended up to be was delayed disappointment. To this day, I have no idea where he is, if he’s alive or what he’s doing. But still, somewhere in my heart I feel like I have to thank him. Because even though he’s gone . . I honor him.
And no matter where I go, whenever I go to Japan, I’ll look for him. Nobody in the whole world cares about him more than me. My brother, my saviour.
Itsumo.








