It was odd. She often thought about him, wondering why he was there in her thoughts. She wondered if he was thinking of her. Thinking again, she told herself he was probably not thinking about anything that revolves aroung her. He was too busy (and lazy) to be thinking about her. She told herself it was nothing romantic. It is natural for a friend to think about another close friend... right? She wouldn't know, not having much experience with friends like him. Her brothers told her she seemed different lately, but she convinced herself that she was just tired. She had been very busy lately. He wasn't changing her. She wouldn't allow it. The longer he was in her her dreams, showing up in her thoughts, she was having a harder time convincing herself it wasn't... wasn't what? She couldn't call it romance because he probably didn't feel the same, and she never would admit it was a chrush... so for a while it was nothing. Not like she forgot about him, she couldn't ignore him.
As her annual visit to Konoha came closer, she became even more distracted. What if he was in the perfect relationship? What if it got too awkward? Would she have to back down? No. Not happening. She would face anything. Especially if it came to him. She couldn't lose to her feelings.
She could see him. Standing by the gate, slouching, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. No, nothing seemed to be different. She watched him look at her, something was different in his eyes. She could tell... maybe she was right in the first place. There was always a chance he did think of her, that it would eventually be called romance. Maybe things could change.
So Temari kept on going, waiting for the change to happen.