Takumi
Speak softly.
That's
not a command, I promise. It's an expectation, something I look
for
hopefully when I am near you. You always speak so softly, like
you
don't want anyone to hear your words.
But, we always hear. You
are one of those people we can't help but
listen to. Every word
you say is some kind of promise, and no matter
how often you break
them, I always believe your oaths.
I can't look you in the
eye. It always makes me feel vulnerable. I am
naked beneath your
gaze, and I feel like you know everything. If I have
any secrets,
they are no longer secret from you.
And, even if you never
notice, there will always be this girl who will do
anything to
follow you; anything to smile at you in adoration; anything
for
your eyes to flit across her, despite the fact that you will never
see her.
If you brush past me, will you feel our fingers
lightly meeting? If
I gently say your name, will you turn to look
at me? If I take your
face between my hands and kiss you like a
butterfly, will the flowers
that are your lips even know they are
being pollinated?
If you never see me again, if you learn to
walk right through me,
I won't cry. I won't grieve at all. I
will feel blessed, and I will watch
you walk away. I will always
know that you are beautiful, and that, once,
long ago, you saw me,
and you smiled.
