*I don't own fruits basket and I know this may sound a little strange
because its not exactly about furuba but I thought it might sound like what
Yuki or Kyou might think about Tohru so I decided to post it here. Hope you
enjoy it and not think it's too odd.
[The tenshi {angel} next to me]
Almost everyday I wake up knowing I will see her. The thought itself seems to make everyday worth getting up for... everyday that I will roam the halls of school without glancing at anyone but the floor. It's not like I don't have friends, I laugh with them and they are never really far away but everything seems to pale in comparison to her. Even the worst days can seem better if I could just glance at her, her brown eyes with seem less eternity behind them, her hair, cut to gently rest on her shoulders and the way she talks. Yes, defiantly the way she talks, her voice has such depth to them... with all the wonder of happiness but can be so soft and gentle... like a whisper that only angels could make.
She has no idea how much she means to me... even if I can only be next to her... not with her... at least I could always pretend even if it was only for the briefest of moments... she seems too good for the likes of me. I can never look at her straight in the eyes for long, afraid of what I see, afraid of her... but its more of what she sees... me... who am I? Am I worthy enough for her? I have nothing that she would ever want, she will always look upon me with the eyes of a friend, not a lover... and if ever I should tell her about my feelings then those eyes, those caring eyes, would turn away and I would be truly alone yet again.
Sometimes I think it would've just been better if I had never met her... if I had never noticed her and just let her pass me in the hallways without me having to turn around and look at her... but then that hollow feeling takes over and I can barely stand the thought of never seeing her and the world seems to stop spinning and I cant breath. Even when she's near me time doesn't stop... not everything is a fairy tale... but everything does seem to fade and the only thing I seem to be tuned to is the very presence of her... an angel within an arms reach but I can't touch her. And whenever she brushes past me, my body tenses to her touch and I wish I could just die right there, die while near her and that truly would be sweet release.
But wishes never really come true do they? Every wish I have had for her, to be able to hold her when she's sad, to be next to her in her happiest moments, to be [truly happy] knowing she will never be mine and to let her go... I can only wait for that day when at least one of those wishes may come true... but for now all I can do its hope.
Hope and watch... watch as the angel... my angel, walks by me and I turn around to walk away while her scent fills my mind..
[The tenshi {angel} next to me]
Almost everyday I wake up knowing I will see her. The thought itself seems to make everyday worth getting up for... everyday that I will roam the halls of school without glancing at anyone but the floor. It's not like I don't have friends, I laugh with them and they are never really far away but everything seems to pale in comparison to her. Even the worst days can seem better if I could just glance at her, her brown eyes with seem less eternity behind them, her hair, cut to gently rest on her shoulders and the way she talks. Yes, defiantly the way she talks, her voice has such depth to them... with all the wonder of happiness but can be so soft and gentle... like a whisper that only angels could make.
She has no idea how much she means to me... even if I can only be next to her... not with her... at least I could always pretend even if it was only for the briefest of moments... she seems too good for the likes of me. I can never look at her straight in the eyes for long, afraid of what I see, afraid of her... but its more of what she sees... me... who am I? Am I worthy enough for her? I have nothing that she would ever want, she will always look upon me with the eyes of a friend, not a lover... and if ever I should tell her about my feelings then those eyes, those caring eyes, would turn away and I would be truly alone yet again.
Sometimes I think it would've just been better if I had never met her... if I had never noticed her and just let her pass me in the hallways without me having to turn around and look at her... but then that hollow feeling takes over and I can barely stand the thought of never seeing her and the world seems to stop spinning and I cant breath. Even when she's near me time doesn't stop... not everything is a fairy tale... but everything does seem to fade and the only thing I seem to be tuned to is the very presence of her... an angel within an arms reach but I can't touch her. And whenever she brushes past me, my body tenses to her touch and I wish I could just die right there, die while near her and that truly would be sweet release.
But wishes never really come true do they? Every wish I have had for her, to be able to hold her when she's sad, to be next to her in her happiest moments, to be [truly happy] knowing she will never be mine and to let her go... I can only wait for that day when at least one of those wishes may come true... but for now all I can do its hope.
Hope and watch... watch as the angel... my angel, walks by me and I turn around to walk away while her scent fills my mind..