YET ANOTHER DISCLAIMER: I don't support pedophilia. No matter how much I think that Enrique Iglesias and Milo Ventimiglia and Johnny Depp are hot I WOULD call a restraining order if they started kissing me. No matter how dang sexy they are ^_^
He loves me. Something I will always reflect on and smile. I don't know why he chose me, Tomoyo-chan is so much prettier and Sakura-chan is sweeter. But Tomoyo-chan has her clothes, Sakura-chan has her sports and me . . . What do I have?
So I ask him one day and he said that I just wasn't like the other girls, his age or my age. I was different and unique.
I asked him how so.
He said that I was like a peach on a peach tree, the very very top where the sun hits just right and the world is lit up by me because it shines on me and I reflect it right back. And that if I was to ever get ripe and fall I'd fall the hardest and get bruised the most and nobody would ever pick me up. But he won't let that happen to me.
So I ask him again why.
And he sighs a little frustrated because he can't get the words out. He finally tells me the rest of his students are the other peaches. Or their plums or apples, not even on the same tree as me. He says that sure, they're nice but they're just not me.
So I ask him why not older women his age.
And he says this easily. It's because they're not innocent. They've lost their youth and their simple pureness and happiness and they're tainted and unclean because of life.
So I ask him . . . "Will you still love me when I've grown old?"
And he says
"Yes."
That's when I asked him for a ring.
Okay. Short and crappy. Now edited and nicer then ever before! Yeahh I don't know if there are peaches and plums in Japan but whatever.
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