Yes.
Yes can mean many things.
It can mean approval, anticipation, assent.
It can bring happiness, enjoyment.
I can also mean pain, suffering, agreement to bad things.
Take for example my situation; if I said yes, he would be elated.
If he had asked if I would go out with someone else, then the yes would have devastated him, crushed his crush, and made me the devil.
Which brings me to no.
No is normally associated with bad things, No you can't do that, No you can't have this. But turn the situation around, it can be good, No we aren't going into the scary cave, No your not going to die.
But in the same way as Yes can be associated with happy emotions all the time, No can mainly be associated with bad feelings.
I could think of so many ways to crush him, make him feel so bad.
But only one way of making him happy.
Why? How?
Well, when Duo Maxwell approaches me, declares his love, and asks if there is any back, I could make him happy, and say yes I love him.
But there are so many ways to hurt him, make him squeal.
I could say no, I don't like him. Or no, I wasn't into guys. Or no, my love was for his friend. Or no, he wasn't my type. There were many ways, and each would crush him, make him squirm on the ground. And as much as I'd love to see that, the infamous happy mood of Duo Maxwell crushed, there was no getting rid of my own feelings. The feelings for that braided teen. A gundam pilot, as I was, in time of wars, and yet he was still so... happy. Unbroken by war. The rest of us, we're slowly falling apart.
But I so badly needed to see what Duo looked like hurt, no matter how much it hurt myself to see him hurt. I needed to see that his happiness was pure, not just something he wore, like clothes.
I also needed to see if he loved me as much as I loved him, no matter how impossible it was.
"No."
The words fell from my lips, without any prompting.
His face fell, I could see the hurt, the pain, the anguish in his eyes.
And I knew, that this 'No', was one he'd cherish for ever.
"No, I could never love anyone but you. I love you."
He looked confused, then grinned, that angelic happiness returning, and he smiled at me.
And I knew.
I knew that the smiles he gave everyone were no more then a blink.
This smile he gave me, it was..... perfect. Angelic.
*~*
Ok, sorry folks, but I had to write that. To ensure myself some feedback, ('cause I know you have to know), guess who the person is. Gimme your e- mail, and I'll tell you if your right!! ^^ Yes, sad I know, but oh well. If you can't review, or don't wanna, my e-mail should be there somewhere!! Hint; it's another gundam pilot!!! And no, it's not himself!! (that's what my brother thought, that Duo was looking in a mirror, and was mentally unstable. ^^;; go figure)
Oh well, bye!
Oh, I don't own nuthing. Nuthing I tell ya!!
Yes can mean many things.
It can mean approval, anticipation, assent.
It can bring happiness, enjoyment.
I can also mean pain, suffering, agreement to bad things.
Take for example my situation; if I said yes, he would be elated.
If he had asked if I would go out with someone else, then the yes would have devastated him, crushed his crush, and made me the devil.
Which brings me to no.
No is normally associated with bad things, No you can't do that, No you can't have this. But turn the situation around, it can be good, No we aren't going into the scary cave, No your not going to die.
But in the same way as Yes can be associated with happy emotions all the time, No can mainly be associated with bad feelings.
I could think of so many ways to crush him, make him feel so bad.
But only one way of making him happy.
Why? How?
Well, when Duo Maxwell approaches me, declares his love, and asks if there is any back, I could make him happy, and say yes I love him.
But there are so many ways to hurt him, make him squeal.
I could say no, I don't like him. Or no, I wasn't into guys. Or no, my love was for his friend. Or no, he wasn't my type. There were many ways, and each would crush him, make him squirm on the ground. And as much as I'd love to see that, the infamous happy mood of Duo Maxwell crushed, there was no getting rid of my own feelings. The feelings for that braided teen. A gundam pilot, as I was, in time of wars, and yet he was still so... happy. Unbroken by war. The rest of us, we're slowly falling apart.
But I so badly needed to see what Duo looked like hurt, no matter how much it hurt myself to see him hurt. I needed to see that his happiness was pure, not just something he wore, like clothes.
I also needed to see if he loved me as much as I loved him, no matter how impossible it was.
"No."
The words fell from my lips, without any prompting.
His face fell, I could see the hurt, the pain, the anguish in his eyes.
And I knew, that this 'No', was one he'd cherish for ever.
"No, I could never love anyone but you. I love you."
He looked confused, then grinned, that angelic happiness returning, and he smiled at me.
And I knew.
I knew that the smiles he gave everyone were no more then a blink.
This smile he gave me, it was..... perfect. Angelic.
*~*
Ok, sorry folks, but I had to write that. To ensure myself some feedback, ('cause I know you have to know), guess who the person is. Gimme your e- mail, and I'll tell you if your right!! ^^ Yes, sad I know, but oh well. If you can't review, or don't wanna, my e-mail should be there somewhere!! Hint; it's another gundam pilot!!! And no, it's not himself!! (that's what my brother thought, that Duo was looking in a mirror, and was mentally unstable. ^^;; go figure)
Oh well, bye!
Oh, I don't own nuthing. Nuthing I tell ya!!