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She had once been in love for a long wait
Ever since she was about...Mm, eight!
Yes, because Blue would forever make her anticipate
And they all brooded on what be the reason of her daily frustrate!
"An immature fantasy," friends would state,
"That shrunk her brain down to a lightweight"
Or,
"Cut off her head's blood-flow rate"
And of course,
"Stopped intelligence's circulate...(if there was ever any in the first place)"
Hmph!
[[There she goes, usin' 'his' line]]
What verbal crimes!
All those comments were foolhardy to make,
Because it was useless to use them to debate
Even more useless to try and engrave
Since after all, she was an ambitious [[hopeless]] case,
Who thought at her own pace
And did things her own way
It was her life, so to say
But when reality finally twined with fate
When the dream of romance with blue began to disintergrate
When blood rushed back into the brain two years late
She and maturity decided to conjugate
Or rather, cooperate
Obsession was no longer one quarter of her character trait
She no longer gave chase
She no longer badgered for one silly little date
She no longer ogled that wedding dress in the window display
She started on a new, clean slate
The time had come to emancipate
And for fantasy and reality, to separate
…But…damn these hedgehog men,
Because she fell in love again!
And she cursed her heart to the high heavens
Because for once, it wasn't her intention
It wasn't supposed to flippin' happen!
Honest to sin!
He was beautiful
He was black, red, and cruel
Had his own rules
Had his own morals
Was immortally untouchable
Was impossibly incomprehensible
Was impeccably unpredictable
Was impassively anti-social
Was immaculately unusual
...And it was wonderful.
Of course, it's not like she wanted to…
Bear-hug him, and…
Snug him, and…
Drug him, and…
Kidnap him, and…
Leg-strap 'im, and...
Booby-trap 'im, and...
No,
No,
Nothing like that past-tense crap
No,
No,
It's so much more meaningful than that
She didn't even want to close their gap!
Didn't even want to force on the relationship they never had
She loved it alone when they were inches apart,
Their forearms hardly brushing for a start
The 'ping' of their wrist-rings
Just enough to melt a heart
Just enough for a thought to cling
She loved it alone when his eyes caught hers
As neither would stir
And how it lasted five seconds,
Even if more she beckoned,
But it was just enough to make the rest of her world a blur
Just enough to make her giddy and absurd
Absurb, but completely sane
Non-eccentric, but completely mundane
Just half a cup of barely-moments
Moments where romance was absent
Moments where there be no progress or succession
Because he, himself, was too indigestible for digestion
Why him, you question?
Before she answers, she asks not to take this as obsession
It's just, sometimes, when...
When you catch him in a moment just right
His black and red-quill outline,
Silhouetted against a canvas of pale moonlight,
With his lips, not smugged in a smirk, but limp in a slumped line,
You can see the humanity in his eyes
Breathe in the sadness of his sky
Feel the heart blackened and traumatized
By everyone's lies
By a little girl's tombstone,
By a mad scientist and his insanity's cyclone
And it makes you want to…c-cry
Squeeze your heart till it bleeds, and then sigh
Pour out everything you keep inside
It makes you want to hold him tight
Makes you want to run into him
And fulfill your whim
By wrapping your arms around his grim
And just…hold him till he's alright
- Even if it's from the back,
- Even if the view of his expression is what you lack -
And hold him until every ounce of misery has died
Until the utter silence between you is the romance of the night
No kisses needed
No returned feelings conceded
But recognition has been seeded
He probably had a clue, anyway
Which is why sometimes he would evade
Which is why sometimes he would stay
Yet you see, love unrequited is just fine for once
Even subtle love is enough to be her heart's bunce
She was fine with how the way things were
It was...all she could ever hope for
It was all an unrequited, secretive love had in store
And she never dreamt of more
That's what love should feel like
Never needy, never seeking anything in return
Even if it scarred and burned
This conclusion to her feelings has been the fruition of her delight
And when the clocktower strikes midnight
And he's facing the moon in her apartment window's line of sight
Her heart doesn't put up a fuss and a fight
Doesn't say in a possessive, demonic way, "I'll make him mine!"
Amy.
You've grown plenty.
...But, is it contradictional if…she might…
Fall out of bed, and...
Crawl to him instead, and...
Do all those things tonight?
The "hugging him from behind" ever so tight?
...Shadow the Hedgehog wouldn't mind...
...Right...?
Amy.
You haven't grown any.
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