I don't think I've ever met anyone that could occupy my thoughts so much. Constantly I'm fretting, worrying over him. But, whenever I do think of him, I notice that this…smile grows on my face. That adorable face…I can't stop thinking of him and it's going to drive me crazy.
A while ago, someone asked me if I "like" him. Strange how the terms change as you grow older. First you have a "crush", then "like" and I can only assume adults ask if you "love" them. I really couldn't answer them at the time. I'm so out of touch with my own feelings. "Don't worry," they said, "He likes you too. Its so obvious." But I could already tell. I knew that he liked me, but did I like him? I honestly couldn't have told you at the time. They asked me, "If you could be with any one person at the park right now, who would it be?" It was dark out and the park is…gorgeous at night. The answer was obvious, but I wasn't quite sure I believed it.
It took me a while to get used to the idea……but more and more often, I found that I would use any excuse just to be near him. I wanted to run up and hug him, just because I could. I wanted to be held by him. Alas, I am a coward. I plan each day to draw him off to some softly lit out of the way place, and confess. Each day, I conveniently "forget". Sometimes I think, 'I cannot stand this! It must surely burst out the next time I see him' but each time…I am silent…I am alone.
Quatre approaches Trowa softly, one hand on his heart, nervously plucking at something not there. "T..Trowa…May I speak with you?" His voice falters but quickly regains conviction. A single nod and a slight smile of reassurance are all the answer he receives, but the solid pilot follows him. Quatre leads the way to a softly lit pavilion under a star swept sky. They both sit, as silent as the stars waiting above them. Quatre's hands drop to nervously play with the hem of his vest nervously twisting it. His voice is hushed and tense, eyes on his hands. "I…I don't quite know how to say this. I've never done anything like this before……" He trails off, acutely aware of Trowa's keen gaze. With tremendous effort of will Quatre continues, "I don't know what love is…but I care deeply for you. And," a blush conquers his face, "I want to…find out…with you…" A calloused hand stills those nervous fingers.
"Quatre…I……I want to find out with you too." Trowa's voiced is laced with tight discipline but the obvious euphoria and relief make their way to the blonde's ears.
I guess…I just want to say thank you. Thank you for making the first move.
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*sniffs* awww. Complete and utter sap. Yeah, this is based off a relationship of mine. Just had to add my two cents in. I'll shut up and let you review. (Whoo! First one shot!)