Sometimes, I wish you weren't who you are.
"Baka! Why do you even bother trying to get my attention? You know I'll just ignore you!" You growl at me, golden orbs of light reflecting nothing but pure fire.
"I have your attention now." I whisper, afraid of raising my voice at you.
To this, you have no reply. You simply turn back to your laptop, gritting your teeth behind your perfect lips. I want so bad to touch you… but I know where my limits lie.
"I love you, Yuki. I'm sorry you can't spend time with me tonight. I'll just sleep over at Hiro's and he'll take me to work tomorrow." I say, my hyperactivity almost completely drained from my body. You have a way of doing that to me.
I stand to my feet, preparing to leave the room when I feel your grip on my wrist.
"Stay. I'm sorry.. Shuichi… just stay." You whimper. And for the first time in the years that I've been with you, I see honest fear in your facial expression. I smile gently and lean over to move a lock of your blonde hair from your eyes before I kiss your forehead.
I take it back. I don't wish that you weren't who you are. Because you're fine just being yourself.
