I don't own Gundam Wing. No Flames please!! This is sort of a poem, dunno, you can call it whatever you want it.
It's been 2 years since I last saw him, Heero, and I still feel like crap. The teddy bear he gave me is still here, except it is not as new. For it had been cried on and hugged every night.
My friends realize the difference in how I have been acting. The Sparkle in my eyes is almost gone, What I do most nights is cry and I hardly sleep. They can hear me crying.
The assassination attempts have doubled since we have reached Peace. The atempts have over ruled me and some days I wish that they would accomplish thier attempts.
Why am I so crazy about Heero? He was cold to me and didn't really give a care about me. But I am crazy about him. What can I do?
My heart cries out for him and yet he's never there. I'm thinking about running away, leaving this place, Going to the colonies and becoming something I'm not. But still, what can I do?
Please no flames! Relena Carter
It's been 2 years since I last saw him, Heero, and I still feel like crap. The teddy bear he gave me is still here, except it is not as new. For it had been cried on and hugged every night.
My friends realize the difference in how I have been acting. The Sparkle in my eyes is almost gone, What I do most nights is cry and I hardly sleep. They can hear me crying.
The assassination attempts have doubled since we have reached Peace. The atempts have over ruled me and some days I wish that they would accomplish thier attempts.
Why am I so crazy about Heero? He was cold to me and didn't really give a care about me. But I am crazy about him. What can I do?
My heart cries out for him and yet he's never there. I'm thinking about running away, leaving this place, Going to the colonies and becoming something I'm not. But still, what can I do?
Please no flames! Relena Carter
