Scarlet Thread

Once lyed a scarlet thread, buried within the grass. A wiseman once said, it bares stories of he past. It was about 3 inches long, but scripted infinite dreams. They say it once belonged, to a loner outside this reality. He was brave and strong, nothing was out of his reach. Except the angel that he saw...that angel was me. I speak on his behalf, for he is in to much pain. I was all he ever had, but I couldnt love him that way. I feel no remorse, to have left him in the dark. I meant not to take course, through his lonesome heart. Till this day, as he loses the will to live I still cannot say, I felt the way he did. He loved me dearly, he put me before his well being but to speak sincerely, fate did not have us to be. I left him a thread, so he may visualize his past, but after all was said, it lyes alone in the grass.