I wish I never met his captain.
Silly, captivating little boy Monkey D. Luffy. I wish I never met him! My life would be normal and happy if I hadn't. If he hadn't asked me to join. If I hadn't accepted. If I hadn't agreed to come meet his stupid crew and sail away on his stupid boat. I'd never had any interest in pirates, or the sea, or sailing. I joined because I couldn't think anymore. Because I met him.
I wish I never saw his face.
The first time I saw his face was the last time I ever thought rationally. I lost all control of my mind. Crazy roller-coaster emotions. Whirlwind thoughts I couldn't understand. All sorts of expressions and feelings were destroyed and replaced with just one. Love-struck. I didn't need anything else after that. He was my earth and my sky, my day and my night. He was my heart and soul. I couldn't survive without him anymore. When he wasn't nearby, I lost my will to live.
I wish I never got lost and needed him to save me.
I had bad direction. So what? I didn't care, but after I met him I did. Because when ever I got lost, despite his awful direction, he was always the first to find me. Always the first to laugh at my sense of direction and tell me not to get lost anymore. Always the first to find me crying in some alley and comfort me. And every time he found me, my heart beat faster and my head spun more. My love for him grew each time. And it started to mess me up.
I wish I never told him how I felt.
Because when I did, he accepted it. He told me he loved me too. And instead of being happy like I should, I broke down crying. I knew that being with him would hurt even more than not, because he could die anytime and I'd never be able to save him. I couldn't fight for him because he hated my pain. I couldn't cry for him because he hated my tears.
But wishes don't always come true.