Nami was sitting in her navigation room, on her desk is a beautiful orange journal. She was writing a poem inside about her relationship with a certain samurai.

I Hate Everything About You,

You Smile,

Your Hugs,

Your Talent.

But I Love You Too.

The Way You Said "I Love You"

The Way Your Hands Are.

The Way You Hugged Me.

The Way You Held Me.

The Way You Cared.

It Didn't Used To Be Like This,

It Used To Be You And Me.

What Happened?

Love Happened.

You Were Scared To Fall In Love.

You Ran Away From Me.

But The Problem Is You Still Love Me.

You Miss Me.

You Need Me.

You Try To Replace Me.

Go Ahead, No One Can Fill That Spot.

Every Person Is Different.

Once You Figure That Out,

I'll Be Here Waiting For You,

But For Now,

I Hate And Love You.

Nami closed her journal, and looked out. The samurai she hate and love was training on the desk. She couldn't take her eyes off his muscular 6 packs. She blushed a bit and walked out to get a better view of him.