Disclaimer: I do not own Lucky Star.
She is the color of my life, otherwise, the world would be dull and monochrome. All the great emotions, all the great memories and sensations, everything in life worth living for that anybody would ever want, I can feel it all, here and now.
I see in her, something others do not: it is depth, and I can see it truly having more than anybody could ever imagine.
What wonders of this world, I say, can be contained within this ever-lasting wonder? Nothing other than the memories of every greatest waking moment is within the greatness of this great wisdom.
Nobody else can see it, but I can, and it is here, beneath the apparent laziness and obsession over various things, and everything else, I can see this ever-lasting wonder, this depth, I see it in whispers.
It is something I notice all the time and others miss it all the time, but I know it to be true, that within the silly acts can be seen, all the great variations in things, all the changes and the gains and the loss, brining in the new things, all new all the time, all the while knowing of the great sensations of things past and present. It is not something just anybody would see, but I see it.
She shows the beauty of the light and darkness, of the hot and the cold, and the noise and the silence, wonder of the pleasure and the pain of the joy and the sorrow and the comfort and the distress.
All the ephemeral moments are remembered, and I know that they are worth keeping; they are all very wonderful, telling of the great secrets that lie in every detail.
It is to be fully alive, to be fully awake to see the world as it truly is, and I am thankful for her for that.
But above all, it is because she herself is the most wonderful I have ever seen, and none could ever compare, and one would know that once she is seen in her entirety. And it is worth is completely.
Once, in a strange fading room, when we kissed, hearts hammering like mad shaking, I knew that it was all true. Every day, all the time, it can only bespeak of all the silent wonders in the world.
Between us, others don't see it much. In gatherings, we avert our eyes, and hold hands under the table, and talk in silence through subtle motions. We keep to our exteriors, same as always; we are always the same people. That has not changed, at least, and others would know us for the same people. Be I shall always know of the secret depth beneath it.
I don't know when I first saw her, probably 6 years ago, but I have never saw what life really was like before that. She is part of me now, and I would not know how I could possibly be without her. I wouldn't even want to think of it. She has shown me that the world can be so wonderful after all.
Surely, surely, the world is not such a dull, gray, cold place, you know?
Note: The most important thing for myself right now, I think, is not to set my standards too high for myself. If you think that the following is nonsense or that it is full of cliche, at least I tried; I'll try to do better next time. So please, tell me what you think, because I really do not know how good this attempt was, and tell me what is already good, and tell me what can be improved here.
I worry that I am too unoriginal.