Itsumo
I don't know when I realized it, but I vaguely came to understand his loneliness. I watched his back as he turned and walked away, knowing he was holding something back, something he was accustomed to doing after spending so many years totally alone.
I don't know when I began to worry about him, but now I can't keep myself from it. As I think back to the fight between the two most important boys—men in my life. I worry about the statement the man in front of me made at that time: "If we fight again, we're both gonna die." I don't know what I would do if I lost both of them, but I believe he will figure out a way to fix everything. That blonde-haired man can do anything.
I don't know when I started believing in his power or his words, but I trust him before I even think about it.
I don't know when I gained the urge to reach out and try to drag hidden thoughts and feelings from him, if only to help lessen the burden we all put on him, but instead I lightly clench my fist in my lap and watch as his figure disappears behind buildings in the distance. I feared that he, too, would reject me. I feared that he again wouldn't believe me.
I don't know when this mentally and physically strong yet happy man weaved his way into my heart.