Crazy
Hey, you.
Can you keep a secret?
I have something to confess.
I've been doing crazy things lately.
I don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm going crazy.
Someone once told me that I would.
I didn't believe him.
I can't stop thinking about him.
He was always honest to me. He didn't believe in flattery.
Gossip called us a couple.
I don't know what we were.
We went out together, as friends, maybe more.
Maybe we were a couple.
Maybe we just didn't know it.
But people would point at us and stare. In school, in the malls and even on the streets.
I didn't mind.
I already knew we were different.
Couples were supposed to hold hands right?
Couples were supposed to kiss?
We never did those things. We were different.
I still thought, hoped, that we could be together.
Forever.
But he had to be the best, he had to go and pursue that stupid career of his.
I switch on the tv.
There he is, before a crowd of thousands. Clapping, cheering.
There are people screaming, fan girls.
But I knew he wouldn't take them.
He was different.
But maybe I should have told him how I felt before he left.
Then maybe he wouldn't have left.
This is all so crazy.
I wish he'd come back.
I have so much to tell him, so much to ask him.
Who is he, you ask?
Well, that's a secret.
I can tell you this much though.
He's the person who stole my heart as easily as I stole candy from the receptionist's desk.
He's the person who won my heart as quickly as he won all those medals lining his shelf.
I've heard a saying before.
I once shed a tear in the ocean. The day I find it again is the day I'll stop loving you.
That's how crazily I've fallen in love.
I wonder if he can hear me, though.
Every night I talk to his picture.
"Can you hear me?"
"Can you hear my voice?"
"I love you."
I'd say.
But I don't think he hears me.
Can you keep a secret?
I've been doing some crazy things lately.
I don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm going crazy.
People always point at us and stare.
But I don't mind.
I already knew we were different.
We were crazy.
-owari-