Why is it always Hitomi he thinks about?

Hitomi, Hitomi, Hitomi.

I am so sick of that name, ringing in my head over and over, it's not even a word. Stupid Hitomi.

I am glad she went away. She can't steal my Van-sama.

She doesn't know what true love is.she just doesn't. If she did love him, she would have stayed with him. It hurt him when she left, and he cries himself to sleep at night. Is that what lovers do to one another? They embrace a pain that is deeper than the shadows?

I know he loves her, so I respect that. I want to make him happy. So I'll let him do what he wants. But she didn't. She only did what would best fit her needs, and her concerns.

"I won't do a tarot reading for you, I am not your tool!" she would always say. What a whiney little bitch. If Van asked ME to do that, I'd do it happily. Like I said, when you love someone, you do what they want for you, to make them realize they love you.Right?

I have never been in Love really, I guess, but Allen and Millerna both say I am in love now.

That kind of makes me happy, because I like this feeling, although it kind of makes me sad to, and I sometimes wish it would go away, and leave me alone. Like Hitomi. She went away, so I think this will go away to. Things that agitate you go away, eventually.

But Van calls me naïve. I don't even know what that word means!! Allen laughed at me when I asked if it was a Zaibach soldier. It sounds...weird enough. I mean, Zaibach is a weird name!! Everything in Zaibach is weird.

Well anyway, I feel sad. Even though Hitomi is gone he still only thinks about her. He won't even think about rebuilding Fanelia. He wanders the new palace as if he were asleep, staring ahead! He is always so depressed.

I asked Gaddes what I should do, because he knows a lot...I think. But anyway, Gaddes said that the feelings will go away as time goes on, and time heals all wounds. I didn't know time could do that, but I guess it kind of makes sense. Lately, I try and let Van know I am there for him, and he can talk to me. I have known him longer than anyone else around, and he won't talk to me. I think I made him mad at me, but I don't know how...

Sometimes, I go to sleep crying thinking about Van. Every time I see him, I start to feel weird, and the room spins. Every time I think about him, I want to cry, but everyone always thinks I am the happy kitty.

They never stop to think that maybe a cat can cry, too. A cat can love, a cat can feel what a human feels. But I am the comic relief, who says something funny without even knowing. So I laugh along, and hide my personal feeling with a smile.

I Think of the pain, I think of the sadness The people laugh at me, They lead me to madness. I cry when I think of you, I cry when you laugh Did you ever stop to think that maybe a cat has feelings too? We cry as humans do, We feel what humans feel We pity misfortune, and to our mistakes we rue.

That's something I wrote.I kinda like it, it's kinda sad. So unlike me.

People tell me that when you confess your love, the feelings will either go away, and you'll still be friends, of you will gracefully drift apart. That is if he rejects you. If he confesses, what then? What do you do? I wouldn't expect him to love me back.

I guess that's what happens when you give yourself the title of being the clown, or rather, comic relief.