Light I have never known
A joy I've never felt
Let me be all that you think of
Let me become what you've become to me
Let me tend to that garden named Your Smile
Let me make it flourish and grow,
never ending happiness
I'll never let you get hurt
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The very first time I saw her, I would have never guessed we would have become what we are now.
Call it infatuation.
Call it fate, destiny.
Call it plain stupidity.
I couldn't care less what you call it, I don't care if that you even call what we have love.
Such a stupid word really.
Love.
To try and shove so many strong emotions into a simple, four lettered word is complete idiocy. I can't say I Love her, simply because the word love isn't strong enough to say how much I feel for her.
I adore her.
I'd die for her.
Hell, I'd even dress up as a kinky looking clown if she asked me to do so, and Hyuuga Neji doesn't do such a silly thing for just any girl.
And even if in front of others I still can't even hold her hand without feeling awkward and stupid, she still knows that I'd give her the very stars form the sky if I could.
When we're alone though, that's when I can speak my mind. Her beautiful golden hair runs easily through my fingers, a confident and sweet mouth eager to let me explore it with my own, her name always on my lips.
"Temari."
She giggles happily whenever I say her name, wrapping her arms around me when we fall asleep, legs entangled as always, in my bed.
I want to marry her. I want children with her. But above all, I want her to be happy.
In the morning, I wrap my arms around her slim waist as she dresses herself, preparing for the day. She gives me that look, silently asking me what's wrong.
"Marry me?"
I'm tense for a, standing there as her hands lightly grip my own that are wrapped around her front.
Then she turns to face me with that smile, saying
"Took you long enough, Neji."
I can feel myself smile as we kiss, the morning sunlight peaking through the curtains.
Call it infatuation.
Call it fate, destiny.
Call it plain stupidity.
Call it love.
Call it whatever you want.
All I know is that this is the woman who makes the word Love sound too weak for what I feel for her.
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She knows the real me, and that's all that matters.
I know the real her, and that's all that matters.
We're both happy, and that's all that matters.
