[ WP ] You died . You were reborn . You remembered your previous life . But that 's actually pretty useless - because you were n't reborn human .

Being reborn as a tree was frustrating. Being reborn in her backyard made it worse. 
 
 Committing suicide was n't an easy decision, but I could n't bear living without her. Knowing I'd never be with her again removed the element of fantasy and hope from my life. When I saw she'd cheated, when she told me she did n't love me anymore, ever, I felt my heart sink. The floor I'd been standing on for years collapsed beneath me. Committing suicide was n't a decision at all, it was the only available option. 
 
 I do n't know how long it took, but here I am. Could have been five years, may have been twenty. It took me a while to sense that I was alive, even longer to sense the people around me. But when she pulled my first apple off and laughed of excitement, I could feel the vibrations. She woke me up. 
 
 She's moved on. I ca n't tell who he is, but I can feel children, I can feel happiness, I can feel warmth. I wonder if she misses me but there are no signs that she does. I ache for the days she comes to pick apples. I've been training to drop leaves and fruit on my own accord, waiting for the day she'll just venture to sit under my shade with a book. Somehow hoping that she'll understand the sign. But she never does; the modern life surrounds her, no time for sitting under trees. 
 
 I've come to terms with my fate. I want it all to end again. I hoped to stop growing fruit, thinking they may chop me down for my inefficiencies. But nature continues. They grow despite my sadness, despite my unwillingness to bear them. I believe firmly in God now. I know that this is some sick punishment for taking my life early. I must sit here in pain and agony, watch her live, love, maybe die, and only wonder what could have been. 
 
 

