Everytime.

Notice me
Take my hand
Why are we
Strangers when
Our love is strong
Why carry on without me?

Why did she have to be so damn beautiful? Why couldn't she be just another of his traveling companions, like Misty, or May.

But she wasn't, she was Dawn, and though she was a year younger than him, she still seemed to find ways to make him feel like a little child.

Sure she was a new trainer, but she was doing so much better than he was when he started. When he mentioned it she just blew it off, saying that it was because she had his help with it, but he knew it was not true. He knew she was just a better trainer than he would ever be. She just never had the faith in herself that he had in her.

He knew that when it came to pokemon coordinators she was a prodigy, taking to it like he had taken to battling. When he saw her out there with her pokemon, he was breathless. She moved flawlessly in perfect harmony with her pokemon. It was like watching the most beautiful ballroom dancer, spinning around, her dress flowing behind her, the definition of grace.

Out of the contest she was not as graceful, but that was something he loved about her, she could trip, roll down a hill, and fall into a stream and she would still be beautiful. Then, she would shrug her shoulders, and flash that perfect smile. That smile drove him to defeat even the toughest opponents just to witness it again and again.

Why couldn't he tell her all these things?

Simple, she was to perfect.

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Why did he have to be so damn beautiful? Why couldn't he be just another normal boy, like Paul, or Brock? Why did he have to be so wonderful?

He was her support. He was the wall she could lean against when she had lost confidence in herself. His confidence in her was unwavering. He was the shoulder she could cry on when it felt as if the world was crashing down around her.

He was unflinchingly brave in the face of danger. She had heard stories from his traveling companions of the times he had actually saved the world. He had stood between mew and mewtwo to try to stop the fighting, only to be turned to stone, ending the fight and calming mewtwo to where he would listen to reason. He had braved attacks by the titans of fire ice and thunder to reach the three orbs that when combined with the power of lugia, calmed the three beasts. He saved an enraged Celebi from an iron masked marauder almost losing his life in the process. He even nearly lost his soul in an attempt to save mew from the tree of beginning.

Even through all that hardship he still only considered himself a pokemon trainer, and nothing more. Sure he would brag that he was going to become the greatest pokemon master, but that was a humble title, after being the chosen one.

Even when she first met him, he had climbed up the arm of one of team rockets giant robots not caring about his own safety, just to save his lifelong partner and best friend, his pikachu.

He was always selfless, putting other peoples problems before his own, and that was one of the things she loved about him.

So why couldn't she tell him?

Simple, he was too perfect.

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"Hey, Ash!! Where are you going?" shouted dawn as she saw him walk out of their campsite. She got right up behind him and sprang onto his back.

"c'mon, where are you going? You can tell me!" she said

"um…. I'm going to go get firewood. Brock needs it to make dinner, is there something wrong with that?" he replied savoring the moment with her, and hoping she might want to go with him.

"Just maybe," he thought, "today I will be able to tell her how I feel, maybe today I can make her mine."

"Oh… sorry I thought you might have been going somewhere important, or going out to find a new pokemon." She stammered.

Ash began staring at his shoes in embarrassment and didn't notice her turn red.

"So… do you want to come with me? I might find a new pokemon, or if I'm unlucky, team rocket, I could use some company anyway." He replied hoping that the brim of his hat hid his blushing cheeks.

"um… sure, that is if you don't need me for anything Brock." She replied holding her hands together behind her back.

"no, you can go with him," replied Brock with a little chuckle.

Brock watched them leave and shook his head in despair, it seemed like those two were the thickest people sometimes. It was obvious they liked each other, but neither of them could tell the other one how they felt. It all went back to the old saying, "often times, the ones who are most blind to someone's feelings are the object of that person's affection."

Brock could tell that Ash was different around Dawn. He had after all been around ash for most of the past 2 years, traveling the world together.

In those two years ash had met both Misty, and May, two girls that were completely gaga over Ash. Many people thought that ash had loved them, but Brock knew the truth, Ash thought of May as a sister, and Misty was just a friend. He was not romantically interested in either of them, beyond that of a good friend.

But around dawn he was different, he was more responsible, and at the same time more clumsy.

So why couldn't they tell each other how they felt?

Simple, they were perfect for each other.