White Black
Alive Dead
Risen Fallen
Light Shadow
These are the things that separate us.
Of course I know this, and yet I'm still here.
Of course I'm still here, I love you.
Maybe opposites do attract, maybe not.
My love right now is as strong as the sun, but is yours?
I know you, more than anyone, and I know who you like. . .
And who you do not like.
It's me, I can tell this.
You do not like me, after all light apposes shadow.
Some say that it's the opposite way, but I know better.
I know better than anyone, it explains why you act like I'm a disease.
You avoid my calls, and even have the audacity to hang around Sakura.
Really, Sakura, the girl who was in love with me?
How more pathetic can you get?
Why, answer at least that much.
What so repulses you about me, that you go to such lengths to ignore me.
I mean, I know we fight. . . a lot, but it's not like I hate you.
I definitely don't hate you, in fact I love you.
I guess I am like a moth attracted to flame, kinda fits.
I am dark, centered around revenge, and you around happiness.
If you found out, I don't know what I'd do.
It's not like anyone would read this journal anyways, so it doesn't matter.
But I love you, so I think that's the only thing that matters.
Ha.
Even in my own notebook, you're the one that matters most