He's Like The Wind-
the blue blur.
Always changing directions,
some days he's light
and carefree,
and others he seems
to carry an immense burden,
his attitude weighing down
everyone around him.
When I look at him,
I feel that same sense
of rivalry,
but I also feel
something else-
something warm
and tingly,
that makes my heart race.
I can't breathe
when he talks to me,
I'm at a loss for words
when he touches me.
Simply,
he takes my breath away.
But why?
What is this feeling?
It feels familiar...
I just know I've felt it before...
but where?
And why am I feeling this way
about Sonic?
I should hate him,
despise him...
but the very thought
of him being hurt
chills me to my very core.
I feel like I need him...
need him to be alive.
Need him to be with me.
Suddenly,
the realization hits me
like a gust of blue-streaked wind-
could I be in love?
It all makes sense now.
my feelings are explained.
now that I know,
I remember back to the days
when we were mortal enemies,
the battle at ARK.
The way he looked at me
right before I was about to fall...
the way he gripped my hand so tightly...
and that soft first kiss,
the way our mouths met
for a split second
before I pulled away,
confused and angry.
Now, years later,
I want to repeat that kiss,
over and over and over again.
But this time,
I want to
make it last longer,
and fill it with the intensity
of my love.
I know Sonic must feel something
for me...
he gave it away when he kissed me...
but for once
I find myself too shy
to confront him.
We were meant to kill each other,
not to fall in love!
I hate myself
for loving him-
and I would die of embarrassment
if the world
found out.
Does this make me gay?
D-Do I truly love Sonic?
Confusion
surrounds me,
with so many unanswered questions
lying in wait.
Only time will tell.
As the years go by,
I will find the answers.
But someday.
Not today.
No, today
I can only sigh
as he runs by,
think about him
when I wake up,
dream of him at night.
It's not safe yet.
No... I must wait.
Wait for the world to catch up.
Wait for Sonic to take note
of my feelings.
But while I wait,
I write these fragile yet bountiful words
and think-
He's like the wind.