You're fire.
And I am defiantly a
pyromaniac.
I can nearly see you glow when you confidently
walk into the room.
Everybody will feel you, because you fill more
then the room.
I have never met anything like you. And yet, you
don't know that.
Your whole glory is that nobody is on your level.
Nobody can talk to you. You're from another planet.
I think that's
why my friends never ask. Never joke about my crush.
They know it,
too. They know you're the purest form of aura.
I don't even
wonder how it would be to touch your long hair. I can hardly even
imagine how it would be like to understand you.
I envy the person
that can connect to you.
Your sensei have tried. He failed.
Your teammates have tried. They failed.
Your uncle tried. He failed miserably.
But then there's that boy. That lazy boy who doesn't care about anything. I think he's my level, actually. He seems normal to me. So goddamn normal!
But when you look at
him, he's so much more. I have seen. He is your security. He's seems
to be the only thing that keeps you human.
When your sick and
everybody else is nervously standing ten feet away, fearing they
would get burned if they came near, he just shrugs and walks away.
You watch him walk away from you.
Because of that, you're like me. You want what you simply can't have.