I'm telling you right now, you must love Demiku. Or not. But if you don't, you're an idiot. Because they're just adorable, right ChibiFrubaGirl?
Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing.
Warnings: Once again, AU. Shonen-ai. Unrequited love. Bad word(s). OOCness.
Summary:It's a letter he will never read…xxxIt's not that I'm weak, per se. I'm just weak around you.xxx
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I'm Not…
It's hard, y'know? Because I'm not pretty (like Sora). I'm not smart (like Kairi). I'm not easy to handle (like Naminé). I have a low self-esteem (like Roxas), a bad mind set (like Axel), and I live in a fairy tale world most of the time (like Xemnas). I get extremely attached far too easily and I fall even love even easier.
Every once in a while, I think I'm pretty. I'd rather hold someone's hand than kiss them. I'd rather kiss someone than argue. I'd rather talk than do anything else. You have to understand, I'm not perfect. I'm fucked in the head, but that's not the point.
You make me happy. You really, really do. You make me feel smart. You make me feel pretty. You make it seem easy to handle me, because I give in to you so easily. Because somehow you know how to handle me. You make my self-esteem go up. You tend to change my mind set. You make me not hate myself. You help me deal with all of my problems, no matter what they may be. Sometimes you even pull me out of my fantasy world, and you don't even know. Sometimes I even daydream that you join me there. And I'm not really getting that attached. So I like you. I really do.
But I'm going to make myself sick with it. Because I've never actually told you any of this. I keep it to myself because I can't talk to you. It's not like I haven't tried, though! I just can't. I stumble. I fall. I don't know how to even form words around you. And it's awful. It would really be a lot easier if I could just write it down and hand it to you. But it's not like you'd ever read it, so what's the point? Why would you ever want me, when you could have your pick of anyone else? You'd never pick me. Because you think, you all think, that I'm weak.
I'm not really weak, per se… I'm just weak… Around you.
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My moods seem to come out in my writing, eh? Yup, definitely. Anywho, spelling changes. Here you go, lovies.
Anyways, just review, 'kay? Anything'll do, hell even flames. I'd welcome them with open arms and flammable clothing. I just want something! Even if it's a "I read this and I thought it sucked." Is that so much to ask?
--Miss ''Rissa…