Love in my mind is a flower. It's always there. It has to start as a seed, else it won't grow. Its roots grow out into your life, taking in whatever nutrients they can find. Eventually, it blooms in an explosion of color and passion. Unfortunately, some people think that what they feel cannot be felt by two people of the same gender. I, however, know otherwise. My name is Yagami Light, and I love am in love with a man.
L. I find myself handcuffed to him at the moment, for he suspects me to be a cold blooded killer going by the pseudonym "Kira." This is true. I became this eradicator of the wicked when a small, seemingly harmless black notebook fell from the sky; or, rather, when I picked it up. "Death Note," it was entitled. According to the first few pages, by merely writing a name while picturing a face in my mind, I could cause the death of someone. Although I wondered whether or not it would work to begin with, I quickly (through experimentation), discovered that it was indeed not a joke. And, though I regret it now, and the thought brings tears to my eyes -due to my realization of love-, I slaughtered hundreds of defenseless people to rid the world of evil and become a god.
L suspected that I was Kira from the beginning. His mind is the most intriguing I have ever encountered, other than my own. He analyzes every aspect of a situation, and is the only person in the world at the moment that I consider an equal to myself.
And now, here I am, in love with someone that wants me to die. How shall I cope with this? Love is something I have never considered before, since I previously considered no one my equal. I wished only death upon him.
These are the things I ponder as I lie in bed at night.