Another old story love it even so.
These wonderful characters belong to Massashi Kishimoto.
The only voice I could hear, the only face I could see, the only thing I could think about was him. All him! He was in every inch of my mind like an extremely deadly disease. I wanted so much to just get over him! But I was finding the impossible...well Impossible. He was the only face I wanted to see before I fell asleep, The only face I needed to see when I awoke I hated him with every single fiber of my being only because my love for him was pushing me to the point of insanity. It wasn't fair what he did to me, walking by, not even aware of the fact that he left me in jaw-dropping awe-inspiring shock! He was the most amazing being in this universe so why then did he love me? That was the question that was bothering me.
If he was so perfect, so amazing, so unbelievable...HIM, Then why in the world would he even gives me a second glance? Me just a simple girl, in the hand-me-down clothes from the thrift shops that I could barely afford, Scars covering every inch of me from the fights I've been in. It was so strange, he should be trotting off with some rich noble lady yet he feels the need to stick around me? He says he likes me because I'm not like the girls his father tries to hook him up with, not rich, not snotty, and not plastic. The girls I've wished I could be for so long, the ones who's every move makes a man's knees weak. I was nothing compared to the flawless beauties I've grown up watching in the fashion magazines or on TV. . I was a simple tomboy, in a simple town.
As soon as I met him my life had been turned suddenly upside down. He was smart, handsome, and he'd been my best friend, and for years I thought that that was what he thought me as to but of course I'd had my suspicions, but recently He's told me what he's truly thought from our first hellos and of course me being me I was ecstatic! I had loved him my whole life, even before we official met, I would just glace across the lunchroom and there he'd be, talking with his friends, occasionally he'd look up and catch me, sending me into an embarrassed blush. But I'd never imagine we'd end up like this. He kissed me, passionately and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach, I knew he was leaving soon, but I didn't want him too, once he was gone he wouldn't come back, I knew that. He was going on a top-secret mission. He couldn't even tell me its rank; all I knew was that it required a lot of Anbu black ops operatives.
I wrapped my arms around him and I could feel the tears rolling down my face onto hi Anbu vest. I kissed him on the cheek one more time before he pulled down his mask. "Just be safe." Were the last words I said before he disappeared into oblivion. "I love you..." I muttered under my breath.
