Note: I do not own any of the characters.. Sorry for the long wait for
Strawberry Kisses.. Since I just finished school, the last chapter will be
up tomorrow. ::Smiles:: A complete promise. But for my return to active
writing, here's a small treat. Enjoy.
Just Being Next To You
I was happy.
I was happy just standing here, watching you from afar.
I was happy just leaning against the fence which you stood minutes ago, absorbing your image into my mind.
I was satisfied.
I wanted you. Even if I knew you weren't good at expressing your feelings, or getting along with people, I wanted to be near you. I knew you would never understand this feeling. perhaps that was what others called one- sided love.
Perhaps I was a victim of my own fantasy.
Perhaps that fantasy would never become a reality.
But I supposed it didn't matter.
No, nothing mattered. Nothing, compared to the pure bliss of the ability to just lay my eyes on you, knowing your existence in this world. And maybe, that would prove my own.
Did I really exist?
Did anyone of us really exist when there was no one else there to prove that existence? It was the bases of philosophy, the meaning of one's existence. Was there really something out there that could make us whole, rather than the halves that searched for that fulfillment?
Do I believe?
Yes.
After all, I found you.
After all, I found the missing piece to my heart.
After all, you proved my existence.
You were always there, watching the rest of the world with a cool eye as I watched you, spending your whole heart into success of not yourself, but that of others.
You. you are different.
You're unique.
Not just because of your words, calling me a genius, like the rest of the team, or because of your extraordinary abilities.
It was because your smile.
You were rarely true to yourself, if not stern, hiding yourself behind that mask of austerity. But on those rare moments when I caught your smile when you thought the rest of the world did not notice, I found the most beautiful picture in my life.
I found. Serenity?
No, completion.
But was this completion a sin? As God would never approve a love that could not produce a decedent.
I supposed that didn't matter either.
I supposed that it was your fault.
It was your fault for smiling at me, for making me feel. Special.
"Fuji." You turned so casually toward me, swinging the racket and resting it on your shoulder as the wind tried to dry the sweat plastered hair that turned a shade of deep brown, nearly matching your eyes. "Your court."
I smiled my every-day smile toward you and pushed myself from that fence, from the spot which you would return to.
With a nod you acknowledged me, then your lips curled to that near perfection.
A hint of a smile.
I was happy.
I was happy that it was only I that caught your smiled.
I was happy that I fell in love with you.
I was happy to just being next to you.
Just Being Next To You
I was happy.
I was happy just standing here, watching you from afar.
I was happy just leaning against the fence which you stood minutes ago, absorbing your image into my mind.
I was satisfied.
I wanted you. Even if I knew you weren't good at expressing your feelings, or getting along with people, I wanted to be near you. I knew you would never understand this feeling. perhaps that was what others called one- sided love.
Perhaps I was a victim of my own fantasy.
Perhaps that fantasy would never become a reality.
But I supposed it didn't matter.
No, nothing mattered. Nothing, compared to the pure bliss of the ability to just lay my eyes on you, knowing your existence in this world. And maybe, that would prove my own.
Did I really exist?
Did anyone of us really exist when there was no one else there to prove that existence? It was the bases of philosophy, the meaning of one's existence. Was there really something out there that could make us whole, rather than the halves that searched for that fulfillment?
Do I believe?
Yes.
After all, I found you.
After all, I found the missing piece to my heart.
After all, you proved my existence.
You were always there, watching the rest of the world with a cool eye as I watched you, spending your whole heart into success of not yourself, but that of others.
You. you are different.
You're unique.
Not just because of your words, calling me a genius, like the rest of the team, or because of your extraordinary abilities.
It was because your smile.
You were rarely true to yourself, if not stern, hiding yourself behind that mask of austerity. But on those rare moments when I caught your smile when you thought the rest of the world did not notice, I found the most beautiful picture in my life.
I found. Serenity?
No, completion.
But was this completion a sin? As God would never approve a love that could not produce a decedent.
I supposed that didn't matter either.
I supposed that it was your fault.
It was your fault for smiling at me, for making me feel. Special.
"Fuji." You turned so casually toward me, swinging the racket and resting it on your shoulder as the wind tried to dry the sweat plastered hair that turned a shade of deep brown, nearly matching your eyes. "Your court."
I smiled my every-day smile toward you and pushed myself from that fence, from the spot which you would return to.
With a nod you acknowledged me, then your lips curled to that near perfection.
A hint of a smile.
I was happy.
I was happy that it was only I that caught your smiled.
I was happy that I fell in love with you.
I was happy to just being next to you.
