Through Your Eyes

by Pressing Point

The war is over and so is all the suffering, all the pain; This is the story of how they got together, and many more precious moments; Drabble series; Ranges from fluffy to slightly sad; SasuSaku; Maybe More

1. Strange

Through Your Eyes

"Everything you are is everything I'm not
Night and day, light and dark
Everything I'll need is everything you've got
All in your hate and all in your love"

~Hate and Love – Jack Savoretti ft. Sienna Miller

Strange

Love is strange. It's a high-spirited thing, giving feelings of pleasure, of uncontrollable desire and want, yet it gives rise to an unimaginable pain that tears and gnaws against the fragile glass that is the heart. It has you crying tears of sorrowful joy, it has you laughing to hide the immense pain rolling about your chest, it has your smile given a second meaning, it has you choked with awe…

But maybe,… I'm wrong. Maybe love isn't strange. But if that's so, for sure it must be the heart that's strange. If it were normal, it wouldn't come to a halt when I see those bright blue eyes, it wouldn't knock the wind out of me when I see his smile etched my way, it wouldn't do backflips when he so much as speaks to me, it wouldn't split in half when the thought of him being with someone other than me came to mind.

But… could I be wrong again? That the heart isn't strange?

I held his hand tighter and eyed his sleeping face. Calm, serene, care-free. How long has it been now? 5 months? Yes. 5 months, 2 weeks, 4 days and counting. I wonder what he'll think of me when he wakes up. When he realizes that I haven't left his side, that I've been beside him, holding his hand the entire time, never letting go, just waiting. He'd probably call me weird again.

I smiled faintly and closed my eyes, leaning my forehead against the back of his hand. It's 3 in the morning now. Time to sleep and wake up in 4 hours.

Yes. I was wrong. Love isn't strange. It's natural. The heart isn't strange. It's innocent. What's strange is the object your heart beats for, the thing your love reaches for. That is what causes the heart to act in such strange ways, what causes you to feel such affection.

And so I have come upon the correct conclusion. Naruto, you're the strange one. You're the weirdo. But… you're my weirdo. The weirdo I love. The weirdo my heart yearns for.