It has always been difficult for me to express my feelings. Especially love. I let it delve inside of me, let it burn holes of hurt through my heart. I loved my best friend, and he never knew. I could have told him, but that's against my pride. If so, then why this other man? Why was it so easy to tell him, to express to him how I felt? Was my prior admiration merely a childish infatuation? I am a grown twenty eight year old college professor, a man. For God's sake! Why must such things as love and passion boggle my mind? I am no longer a teenager, yet these things leave me utterly perplexed. Were all those years of silently grieving over the fact that I would never be loved back, for nothing? It feels as though I've wasted my time and my spiritual, emotional strength on something that was to never be. I am not complaining, I am just stupefied. I am just blessed. Love is a mysterious thing, but I guess that's what makes it special. That's what keeps two people together; the fact that they remain beside one another, ready to take on whatever is thrown at them. That is true commitment, that is true passion. And I, Kamijou Hiroki, am fully accepting that I am in love, and I, for once, am not afraid.
I hope I kept him in character...I know Hiroki is usually very hot headed and such, but I always believed that his thought process would be very soft and kind. He's not a bad person he just has a huge pride complex o_o
Anywhooo, review? Yes. (;