It's kind of confusing for me.
How it started, I mean.
We were walking, and he ran into me.
A simple meeting.
The Kazekage and the Hyuuga Heiress.
He helped me up off the ground and gathered my things for me, then apologized and went on his way.
We were fifteen.
Three years later, we met again.
I was a Chunin Exams Proctor and he was still Kazekage.
He was different from Naruto-kun.
He watched me with soft, caring eyes and asked me if I was seeing anyone.
The response was obvious.
He took me out that night for a walk in the moonlight, and it turned into a beautiful love.
Something better than anything I ever had with Naruto-kun.
He always tells me he loves me.
He doesn't always say it, but he finds ways. Little affectionate kisses every now and again, and holding my hand under the table at dinner.
He never acts like I'm not there.
I'm first and foremost in his life, even though I'd rather not be at the head of his mind.
He always smiles at me, and laughs when I say something funny.
Even if it's just because he wants to make me feel good.
I never cry around him, and I don't have to be afraid of making mistakes because he loves my mistakes as much as he loves my masterpieces.
But for some reason, it still confuses me.
It just started with a simple meeting.