Minako opened her notebook. She grabbed her pencil and started to write, getting lost in her thoughts.
What do they know? They don't understand me. Do they
really even know me?
Highly doubt it.
They don't look at things like I do, They don't see
the world like I do. They don't FEEL
things like I do.
They expect the same old happy perky Minako.
Is that who I really am?
If it is, than why do I feel this way, this saddness.
Would they understand?
Ofcourse not.
Who am I kidding.
Why me?
Why am I the senshi of love when I have no love of my own?
Why not fire, water, thunder or time?
Because they're not you.
True, but love isn't me either.
I mean I'm alone in this solitary world of mine.
Why am I the senshi of love?
Because thats who you are.
But why? Maybe it has to do with the stars, astrology.
I am a Libra, with the ruling planet Venus.
The planet of love. Your guardian planet.
Guardian?
Who cares about some ball of matter that floats so far from Earth?
So what if its my guardian planet?
Why does that matter?
Because its yours.
No its not!
I don't own any planet.
This pencil in my hand, this is mine!
I bought it, I own this. Not some planet.
I can throw this at the wall I'm so frustrated.
Too bad I can't do that with my resposibility of being the senshi of love.
Or can you?
The planet is beautiful.
But the power it gives me, its kinda scary.
Thats it! I don't want this!
Give me a new destiny.
Don't be silly.
I know.
Its stupid.
I committed myself to this.
I no longer have a choice anymore.
I mean I can't just let everyone down.
Millions of people could die if I did.
I just wish I could go back to the way it was before.
Before?
When I played volleyball, when Kaitou Ace was around.
Now I have all these duties to deal with.
I am a worrior now. Now I have to throw it all away.
Silence......
Whats said is said, done is done.
I can't do anything to change it.
I mean what if I did throw it all away?
People would die.
And my friends, what would happen to them?
I look back at this pencil I hold in my hand.
It holds a new meaning.
This represents EVERYTHING.
If I throw it away, then I can never get it back.
I can't.
Minako stood up from her desk and shut the notebook.
'Never again will I question my deuties.' She thought to herself.
'As long as I have my friends, nothing else matters. Even if I don't have a love of my own.
Atleast not yet.'
What do they know? They don't understand me. Do they
really even know me?
Highly doubt it.
They don't look at things like I do, They don't see
the world like I do. They don't FEEL
things like I do.
They expect the same old happy perky Minako.
Is that who I really am?
If it is, than why do I feel this way, this saddness.
Would they understand?
Ofcourse not.
Who am I kidding.
Why me?
Why am I the senshi of love when I have no love of my own?
Why not fire, water, thunder or time?
Because they're not you.
True, but love isn't me either.
I mean I'm alone in this solitary world of mine.
Why am I the senshi of love?
Because thats who you are.
But why? Maybe it has to do with the stars, astrology.
I am a Libra, with the ruling planet Venus.
The planet of love. Your guardian planet.
Guardian?
Who cares about some ball of matter that floats so far from Earth?
So what if its my guardian planet?
Why does that matter?
Because its yours.
No its not!
I don't own any planet.
This pencil in my hand, this is mine!
I bought it, I own this. Not some planet.
I can throw this at the wall I'm so frustrated.
Too bad I can't do that with my resposibility of being the senshi of love.
Or can you?
The planet is beautiful.
But the power it gives me, its kinda scary.
Thats it! I don't want this!
Give me a new destiny.
Don't be silly.
I know.
Its stupid.
I committed myself to this.
I no longer have a choice anymore.
I mean I can't just let everyone down.
Millions of people could die if I did.
I just wish I could go back to the way it was before.
Before?
When I played volleyball, when Kaitou Ace was around.
Now I have all these duties to deal with.
I am a worrior now. Now I have to throw it all away.
Silence......
Whats said is said, done is done.
I can't do anything to change it.
I mean what if I did throw it all away?
People would die.
And my friends, what would happen to them?
I look back at this pencil I hold in my hand.
It holds a new meaning.
This represents EVERYTHING.
If I throw it away, then I can never get it back.
I can't.
Minako stood up from her desk and shut the notebook.
'Never again will I question my deuties.' She thought to herself.
'As long as I have my friends, nothing else matters. Even if I don't have a love of my own.
Atleast not yet.'