Disclaimer: I do not own Oruan High School Host Club, nor any of the related characters. All I own of this is the plot line, which I will claim as legally mine. I have garnered no monitary funds from this and have only produced it for the enjoyment of doing so.

Warnings: The following includes implied character death and implied male/male relations. If either of these should bother you in any way please stop now.

A/N: This is my first real work in a few years and, even then, is only a drabble and not the best thing I have ever written. It has, however, recieved some praise from friends and, therefore, I decided to post it. Please feel free to read and review as I love feedback on what I write.

There are but a scant few left in this world who truly understand what it means to be in love.

Rather than the truth, most of the world would believe that that which was once lust is now love, and that which was once obsession is now lust. But oh how wrong they are.

Love is nothing less and nothing more than the will, or rather, the need to give anything to see another person smile. That is the truth behind love.

I can tell you this because I have been there.

I had hoped it would never come to this. I had hoped I would remain by your side forever, basking in that childlike smile, forever the shadow cast by your light.

But it was not meant to be.

I had hoped that maybe one day, sometime not to far from now, I would have been able to tell you exactly how you made me feel.

But it was not meant to be.

I had never dreamed it would be over so soon, that everything could happen in such an instant.

No one saw him coming, not until it was too late, and even then it was all I could do to put myself in the way.

I know that nineteen years seems like such a short time, compared to how long this world has lived, but I will leave behind me a lifetime of happiness because I have left this world with you.

I will make a wish for you, on a shooting star, that your life may somehow be better because I was there for a time, and I will dream that one day we may meet again, because my love will let me dream no less.

I hope you can understand that I never meant to leave you alone.

Gomen nesai, Mitsukuni…

Gomen and Goodbye…

The stars could hear it that night,
the way a young boy cried,
yet screams to God are futile,
when your love's already died…