Dear Sasuke,
Dear Sasuke,
I wanted you to know:
It isn't love that makes me chase after you
It's not caring that makes me long for the days you were here
It's not the sight of your hair or the play of your lips
Lust has nothing to do with this
It is not hate that keeps me following you
I wish it was
Because you would understand that.
I could never hate like you do
Could never let it consume me and encompass my soul
Painting everything that was once beautiful, with a pathetic violent red
Hate has nothing to do with this
I don't do it to prove that I can to you
Or to Naruto
Or Kakashi-sensei
I do it because I have to
Because in order for the world I believe in to exist
Good has to win
And you have to come home
Sakura