A/N: There's really no explanation for this. I've been going through some really crazy feelings, so I wrote them down. But as I wrote these words down...I wondered if this might be how Mikasa feels...about you know.

So much is going on, everyone. It's stressful. It really is. But I'm more worried about my friend. He's had a rough time. Both his parents have died, now he's just lost his grandfather.

Anyway, I hope this doesn't suck...Enjoy.

Love is a strange emotion.

It has such immense power. It has complete control over its victim. Love is able to create strong, loyal bonds, or produce volatile servitude. It can rip a heart into a million pieces, or it can mend a broken one. It can give birth to a beautiful life, or it can bring about a violent end.

It is never an easy path. Nor is it a road we can truly choose for ourselves. How can you truly control your emotions? Your thoughts? Your desires?

I never asked to fall in love. Yet it found its way into my fragile heart.

At first, he was my best friend, my trusted companion, my brother...almost. The only one there for me when everyone else had left. I admired and trusted him. But one day, something changed; in my eyes, he was no longer merely those things.

What happened? Did he change? Or did I?

I started thinking about him differently. My stomach began doing flips at the sight of him. The thumps in my chest seemed so loud that I feared he might hear them. The slightest touch caused a flash of heat to brighten my cheeks. Simply being alone together now made me nervous.

He still smiles at me, a handsome, wonderful smile that can brighten my day more than anything else in the world. His large, warm hands still defend me, whether it be fighting the antagonist or calming me down with an embrace. Those beautiful eyes still look at me, so impossibly deep that I swear he can see into the depths of my soul.

He has always been an honest person with me. So why can't I be just as honest?

Maybe...someday I will be. Just not today. I have courage for a lot of things...but this is not one of them. I don't know what's worse: the fear of losing this wonderful person or the possibility of painful regrets when one day, I'm on the outside looking in.

I never wanted to be in love. Or be imprisoned by my own being. But how can one forsake their feelings? They thrive in the deepest, darkest corners of the heart. To refuse your heart's thoughts would be like denying your own existence.

I can't tell you when I fell in love. Or even why. How can you explain something so complex? The heart is a strange object, always surprising even its owner. You can't explain why you feel the way you do. Emotions aren't things you can dissect and understand, like a scientist observing his specimen or a student studying his trade.

All I know for sure...is what I feel in my heart. Nothing else is certain. But I will try to learn to cope with this.

Love is a very weird thing. With the power to lift someone up...or destroy them until they're nothing but dust on the ground.

Which will it do to me?