Amazing. My first FFN fic and it's not even finished. Or maybe it is. I like what I have here.
There's a bit of Shoujo-ai (Yuri) in here. Why do only people who write same-sex stories have to write these warnings? Why not people who write straight fics have to?
Obviously I don't own Digimon. Someone rich does.
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Love is a funny, funny thing.
It has no logic. Or, rather, it has a logic all it's own. I just don't understand it.
For instance, as short a time as two weeks ago I had the hugest crush on a boy named Ken. Everything he did seemed right to me. I'd look at his pictures, and dream about him. Dreams of walking down the aisle on our wedding day. Dreams of kisses. And dreams of...other things.
Then I found out some things about him. Bad things. Not bad things on the "He kicks puppies and shoplifts from the corner store" level. Bad things on the "He's an evil genius who plans to take over the Digiworld, enslave all the Digimon, and probably kill us" level. After that...well...he didn't seem so wonderful or right to me.
So I sat back for a while. I moped. I might have even cried once or twice. And my friends and I are working to end his reign.
And I stopped running after him, and I turned around, and my heart found someone else.
If my heart followed the same logic as my head, I'd have found one of the boys in our group. Maybe Daisuke. I have to admit, in a way, he's not bad.
But my heart doesn't follow logic. And I don't think I could like Daisuke.
So my heart found someone TRULY wonderful. Kind, sweet, beautiful, and most importantly, not evil.
Her name is Hikari. And she belongs to someone else.
I look at her and Takeru (that's her boyfriend's name) and I see that they truly love each other. And if she didn't have him, well then Daisuke's been following her around like a lost puppy.
And now she has me.
I look at her and I feel like the world's tiniest bird, who somehow managed to swallow the moon. When she looks at me, I'm breathing rainbows. I'm drinking music. My heart is singing a beautiful song to whoever will listen, and I only partially care that she won't ever see me like I see her.
It's when I'm not near her that the pain sets in. Those dreams I used to have about Ken now center on her, perhaps even stronger than ever. And they're all bittersweet, because I had the slightest hint of a possible chance with Ken. Possibly. He's a guy, I'm a girl, and I know someone who kind of knew him. It might have happened. With Kari...well...I know that she likes guys. And she's got a good one. Why would she want to look at me?
Maybe Daisuke and I should form Kari Lovers Anonymous. "Hi, my name's Miyako, and I've gone three days without dreaming about Kari." "Hi, Miyako!"
There's a bit of Shoujo-ai (Yuri) in here. Why do only people who write same-sex stories have to write these warnings? Why not people who write straight fics have to?
Obviously I don't own Digimon. Someone rich does.
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Love is a funny, funny thing.
It has no logic. Or, rather, it has a logic all it's own. I just don't understand it.
For instance, as short a time as two weeks ago I had the hugest crush on a boy named Ken. Everything he did seemed right to me. I'd look at his pictures, and dream about him. Dreams of walking down the aisle on our wedding day. Dreams of kisses. And dreams of...other things.
Then I found out some things about him. Bad things. Not bad things on the "He kicks puppies and shoplifts from the corner store" level. Bad things on the "He's an evil genius who plans to take over the Digiworld, enslave all the Digimon, and probably kill us" level. After that...well...he didn't seem so wonderful or right to me.
So I sat back for a while. I moped. I might have even cried once or twice. And my friends and I are working to end his reign.
And I stopped running after him, and I turned around, and my heart found someone else.
If my heart followed the same logic as my head, I'd have found one of the boys in our group. Maybe Daisuke. I have to admit, in a way, he's not bad.
But my heart doesn't follow logic. And I don't think I could like Daisuke.
So my heart found someone TRULY wonderful. Kind, sweet, beautiful, and most importantly, not evil.
Her name is Hikari. And she belongs to someone else.
I look at her and Takeru (that's her boyfriend's name) and I see that they truly love each other. And if she didn't have him, well then Daisuke's been following her around like a lost puppy.
And now she has me.
I look at her and I feel like the world's tiniest bird, who somehow managed to swallow the moon. When she looks at me, I'm breathing rainbows. I'm drinking music. My heart is singing a beautiful song to whoever will listen, and I only partially care that she won't ever see me like I see her.
It's when I'm not near her that the pain sets in. Those dreams I used to have about Ken now center on her, perhaps even stronger than ever. And they're all bittersweet, because I had the slightest hint of a possible chance with Ken. Possibly. He's a guy, I'm a girl, and I know someone who kind of knew him. It might have happened. With Kari...well...I know that she likes guys. And she's got a good one. Why would she want to look at me?
Maybe Daisuke and I should form Kari Lovers Anonymous. "Hi, my name's Miyako, and I've gone three days without dreaming about Kari." "Hi, Miyako!"