Author's Notes: I can't believe I wrote such crap. But face it, I did. I'm seriously suffering from a prolonged writer's block and everything comes out wrong. Someone hit me in the head and give me more inspiration. I don't know who's POV I'm writing from and it is a little weird and at times, doesn't connect but don't kill me 0_o. And the title, well, doesn't make sense. Anyone with a better title, please e-mail me at ac2_11@yahoo.com. Well, minna-san, please tell me how it is ^^
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Confession
I love you
... don't you know?
I really do
... even though I know you feel nothing but disdain for me
But still,
... I love you
For your aloofness. Cold, hard and distant. You are coated with ice. Even the dark blue pools have frozen and I can't reach further within to know you. To understand you. You won't let me.
You are devoid of any emotions. Yes, you wear that indifferent porcelain mask that conceals all your emotions well underneath. I try to reach within you, but you block me out. You block everyone out. Climbing the impenetrable walls that you've built, but only to fall. Hurt. Why do you have to be so cold and aloof? Or were you born like that? I doubt that.
You think you conceal your emotions too well, but in unguarded moments, I could see the hurt and anguish in your eyes. The world isn't falling apart. So stop hurting yourself... please.
Do you know it pains me to see you like that? It tears me apart everytime you try to conceal everything under that apathetic veil. It hurts me as much as it hurts you. I want to help you... please let me.
But still, you isolate yourself. Ignoring everybody for all you're worth. But maybe you were never hurt in the first place. Maybe I'm being paranoid. Maybe all you seeked was solitude. Maybe.
Basketball? Is it your solace? Why do you seem only at peace with the ball? Your burning determination to emerge as the best. You wouldn't even settle for less. That undying passion for the game. You are, of no doubt, skilled but it is not only because of your inborn talent but also sheer hardwork. That fact is undeniable. You practically slave yourself for the game. At times, I wonder why. Perhaps it gives you a new identity. That's why you love the game so much. But there's no point in hiding. You have to understand that. No one can hide forever. No one. Face up to reality... please.
You've restricted yourself too much. You refuse to love and be loved in return. Maybe that's what created the cold, indifferent person you are. But let me tell you. You cannot stop me from loving you.
Yes, I love you for being you. For what you are not who you are. And no, it's not an infatuation. I've fallen deeply. In love with you. I can't dismiss that fact as I've tried to. And it's no lie.
But the real reason I'm in love with you is because
... you are like me.
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Confession
I love you
... don't you know?
I really do
... even though I know you feel nothing but disdain for me
But still,
... I love you
For your aloofness. Cold, hard and distant. You are coated with ice. Even the dark blue pools have frozen and I can't reach further within to know you. To understand you. You won't let me.
You are devoid of any emotions. Yes, you wear that indifferent porcelain mask that conceals all your emotions well underneath. I try to reach within you, but you block me out. You block everyone out. Climbing the impenetrable walls that you've built, but only to fall. Hurt. Why do you have to be so cold and aloof? Or were you born like that? I doubt that.
You think you conceal your emotions too well, but in unguarded moments, I could see the hurt and anguish in your eyes. The world isn't falling apart. So stop hurting yourself... please.
Do you know it pains me to see you like that? It tears me apart everytime you try to conceal everything under that apathetic veil. It hurts me as much as it hurts you. I want to help you... please let me.
But still, you isolate yourself. Ignoring everybody for all you're worth. But maybe you were never hurt in the first place. Maybe I'm being paranoid. Maybe all you seeked was solitude. Maybe.
Basketball? Is it your solace? Why do you seem only at peace with the ball? Your burning determination to emerge as the best. You wouldn't even settle for less. That undying passion for the game. You are, of no doubt, skilled but it is not only because of your inborn talent but also sheer hardwork. That fact is undeniable. You practically slave yourself for the game. At times, I wonder why. Perhaps it gives you a new identity. That's why you love the game so much. But there's no point in hiding. You have to understand that. No one can hide forever. No one. Face up to reality... please.
You've restricted yourself too much. You refuse to love and be loved in return. Maybe that's what created the cold, indifferent person you are. But let me tell you. You cannot stop me from loving you.
Yes, I love you for being you. For what you are not who you are. And no, it's not an infatuation. I've fallen deeply. In love with you. I can't dismiss that fact as I've tried to. And it's no lie.
But the real reason I'm in love with you is because
... you are like me.