I guess I didn't know.
I grew up cold. I hated my father, I didn't know what became of my mother.
I had no friends-I didn't belive in them-and treated other people like dirt.
Never been loved, never loved, never cared.
One day I was so pissed that I walked on, away from my loathsome father. While I walked on I found a lab with some dorky professors working there. I stared at the lab, computers, and three shiny poke'balls on some kind of machine. I couldn't help looking at the poke'balls greedly. Somehow I wanted one badly.. Until I felt a light tap on my back.
Then I met you, Lyra Kotone, for the first time.
You had brown hair tied in two, chocolate gleaming eyes. red long sleaved shirt and some kind of blue overalls over it. Oh, and you had a white, round hat with a red ribbon tied around it. What color were your shoes?
I don't remember.
How could I? It was a damned year ago.
"Umm.. what are you doing here? Are you here for your starter pokemon too?" You asked me, a faint smile on your lips.
I misunderstood your smile for a smirk. I had pushed you away and run away.
What a stupid jerk I was.
Did we meet an hour after? Oh, yes, I rember your pokemon. A Chikorita. I had a stolen Cyndaquil, so I was sure I would win you at a pokemon battle.
I mean, even a rattata with a brain like that knows fire is stronger then grass.
However, I was wrong. I had not trained my pokemon and had just basic skils. You have trained your own, so you won easily.
I left, saying that I didn't accept my result of the battle and I would win you anyway.
After that I met you again in some city and fought with you again. And again I lost. I didn't understand. What was wrong?
I trained my pokemons hard, forever teaching them new moves and leveling up.
All you did was treat them nicely and coo nicknames and encouraged them. I always choked back a snigger whenever you called your Bayleef pudding.
I thought you were stupid, not to be cold and stern to your pokemons.
But then you changed me.
For some reason I realized that skils and levels wasn't everything. I found out the more you got closer to your pokemon, the more attempts the pokemon will suceed in your battle. You knew that from the first place, right?
I remember, I truly do remember the last time I saw you.
Thats because you taught me that I was blundering along to find it for my life.
We had a battle in front the champion league. We had each one pokemon left, and yours were almost fainting.
I was almost sure this was one battle I wasn't defeated at.
But then you said, "Pudding! don't give up! You're doing well!"
My mind went blank. I just thought how I treated my pokemon at the past. Loveless and showing no feelings to them. Later I loved them, and they changed like me. And the reason I changed was..
You, Lyra. It was you. I don't know why it happened, but I guess I loved you. You were different from all the people I knew and lived with,
I don't remember how I battled later.
lost.. again.. and found myself muttering, "Be sure to heal your pokemons before you battle with the elite four and champion Lance."
I haven't seen you since. I knew you were champion because of the news.
I loved you, but I was afraid to show it.
I love you now, but I guess it's too late.
I didn't know.
