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Chapter 1: Inside The Minds of The Lovers
Orihime's .
I finally got the love of my life. Ichigo Kurosaki. His orange spiky locks defying all types of gravity. At first his looks were enough to set my heart a blaze, but now that we're together…. I get a whole knew set of emotions. He's everything I wanted and more. He treats me like the princess he says I am. I don't really want much, but it's always nice to receive gifts. On occasion he would surprise me with freshly picked flowers, or take me to the park to swing with me. He says that the kid in me brings out the kid in him. We would play tag, hid-n-go seek, or just lie in the grass and let that moment last forever. Both of us has a smile on our faces. Sometimes he would stay over my house to keep me company, protect me or just to keep me company. We would text each other day and night. Some might say that what we're doing is a little obsessive, but we don't care. As long as we're happy that's all that matters. Sometimes we would even take our time challenging each other while practicing. He always compliments me on how much stronger I've become, since I got my new power, which in turns makes him train harder. From the outside view it would seem as though we have the perfect relationship, but inside there is one flaw. My Ichigo has a problem. He has the hardest time saying three simple little words. I would say them myself, but I feel that if I do he might say that we aren't there yet.
Oh Ichigo… Why won't you say the words my heart is dying to hear. Why can't you just say…
"I love you."
Ichigo's P.O.V.
*sighs* I love her so much. Every time I look at her I can't help, but to blush and smile. Even though we've been going out for a few months I still get the same feelings as before. They never seemed to disperse. Her long red orange her, that hangs loosely over her nice curvy body and flows as if a part of that same which blows in a direction. It's that very same hair that my fingers love to explore. When I catch a whiff of it, I smell strawberries, my favorite fruit. Her unique grey eyes sparkle in even the dullest of sunsets and when the new moon is out. Her soft skin feels so nice against my rough hands. To me she's perfect in every way. Everyday I try so hard and everyday it's the same thing. I bet myself up. I've done practically everything other teenagers wish they could do. Putting my life on the line for those around me, fighting the hallow that's inside and taking down the most challenging of foes and yet I hate myself because I can't freakin tell the girl of my dreams that…. I love her. I always thought that by giving her things she likes and taking her everywhere she wants to go, in my car, was enough, but I'm starting to think that she's not getting it. It's not because she's naïve, but it's because she probably wants to hear it. I want to tell her, but every time I do the words get caught in my throat.
*sighs again* One day Orihime Inoue, my love, I swear you will hear those words.