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A little lime I guess.
How Do I Love You?
There's no doubt in my mind.
You had been hurt.
When we first met I was unsure of the feelings that consumed you. I couldn't be sure, but you seemed to be fighting yourself. I didn't think you realized it yourself, the emotions swimming around you.
You had a front that seemed emotionless and hardened by years of war and death. I saw different from what I felt. I felt the fear and intensity of a small child in an unknown world. A child with no future or past, one whom knew the depths of human pain and cruelty.
You had grown up quickly, never learning the joys of childhood innocence. No birthdays or games of hide and go seek. Never camping or fishing with your father, or sitting by the fire on a dark stormy night. Wrapped in a hand woven quilt that your mother had made before you were born so you wouldn't be cold the night they brought you home.
You had none of that, the childish things because you were never a child. You weren't allowed to be. You went from diapers to guns and you never knew, you never learned. Human emotions were a sin in your world. You could not cry, you could not laugh and if you were hurt you were on your own.
I have known you only a few years but I am now beginning to see a difference. You smile now and you're willing for it to show. Unknown to you that when you laughed the other day when Duo cracked a joke the real reason I had fled. No, Duo hadn't insulted me and no, I hadn't left the water on in the bathroom like I had so pathetically lied. I know you didn't buy into the lie and I didn't mind, I've never been a great liar. But you didn't question my actions.
The reason my love was because the beautiful sound of your precious laugh lifted my heart and I would give up my own soul to hear it again. There had been tears of joy in my eyes, tears you likely would not have understood at the time. It enlightened me to feel the happiness you felt. I pray that I feel it again soon my love, for when you are happy I find myself happy.
I wish that I could give you back your life. Fill you with memories of going to the beach with your family, a Christmas gathering around a tree, none of war and sacrifice. If only for a day, even an hour or a minute. But if I could, would I still be apart of this life? Would I still be your angel or little one? Would you still want a weakling like me? Yes my love, I am weak. I cannot deny it. For I shy away from you, from your touch, from your heart. I am afraid I might hurt you. Perhaps love you the wrong way. Is it even possible to love the wrong way? I'm sure if there is a way I'd find it, and I'd never forgive myself if I ever hurt you, my silent clown, my lover, my friend.
So tell me, how do I love you? How do I do it without hurting you? Is there such a way that would cause only pain? I'd willingly take every ounce of pain to keep you happy I'd sacrifice anything.
***
Trowa collapsed against Quatre's sweat soaked body and rested there as he listened to the Arabian's rapid heartbeat. Gently Trowa wrapped his arms around the smaller body of the angel, his angel. He looked up as he felt fingers running through his hair. He was greeted with a warm smile that filled his heart and made him smile back and he tried not to stop it. He moved his body so his eyes were level with he blonde's as he rested his head on the pillow as well.
"Quatre?" He whispered softly and he watched as blue eyes looked at him.
"Yeah?"
"I love you." He gently kissed the soft lips of the pilot now beside him.
"I know."
They were silent, then, "Trowa?"
"Hmm?"
You are my heart, you are my soul and I'll love you until the end of time and even after that. My love is pure, my love is strong and it's only meant for you.
"I love you too."
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A little lime I guess.
How Do I Love You?
There's no doubt in my mind.
You had been hurt.
When we first met I was unsure of the feelings that consumed you. I couldn't be sure, but you seemed to be fighting yourself. I didn't think you realized it yourself, the emotions swimming around you.
You had a front that seemed emotionless and hardened by years of war and death. I saw different from what I felt. I felt the fear and intensity of a small child in an unknown world. A child with no future or past, one whom knew the depths of human pain and cruelty.
You had grown up quickly, never learning the joys of childhood innocence. No birthdays or games of hide and go seek. Never camping or fishing with your father, or sitting by the fire on a dark stormy night. Wrapped in a hand woven quilt that your mother had made before you were born so you wouldn't be cold the night they brought you home.
You had none of that, the childish things because you were never a child. You weren't allowed to be. You went from diapers to guns and you never knew, you never learned. Human emotions were a sin in your world. You could not cry, you could not laugh and if you were hurt you were on your own.
I have known you only a few years but I am now beginning to see a difference. You smile now and you're willing for it to show. Unknown to you that when you laughed the other day when Duo cracked a joke the real reason I had fled. No, Duo hadn't insulted me and no, I hadn't left the water on in the bathroom like I had so pathetically lied. I know you didn't buy into the lie and I didn't mind, I've never been a great liar. But you didn't question my actions.
The reason my love was because the beautiful sound of your precious laugh lifted my heart and I would give up my own soul to hear it again. There had been tears of joy in my eyes, tears you likely would not have understood at the time. It enlightened me to feel the happiness you felt. I pray that I feel it again soon my love, for when you are happy I find myself happy.
I wish that I could give you back your life. Fill you with memories of going to the beach with your family, a Christmas gathering around a tree, none of war and sacrifice. If only for a day, even an hour or a minute. But if I could, would I still be apart of this life? Would I still be your angel or little one? Would you still want a weakling like me? Yes my love, I am weak. I cannot deny it. For I shy away from you, from your touch, from your heart. I am afraid I might hurt you. Perhaps love you the wrong way. Is it even possible to love the wrong way? I'm sure if there is a way I'd find it, and I'd never forgive myself if I ever hurt you, my silent clown, my lover, my friend.
So tell me, how do I love you? How do I do it without hurting you? Is there such a way that would cause only pain? I'd willingly take every ounce of pain to keep you happy I'd sacrifice anything.
***
Trowa collapsed against Quatre's sweat soaked body and rested there as he listened to the Arabian's rapid heartbeat. Gently Trowa wrapped his arms around the smaller body of the angel, his angel. He looked up as he felt fingers running through his hair. He was greeted with a warm smile that filled his heart and made him smile back and he tried not to stop it. He moved his body so his eyes were level with he blonde's as he rested his head on the pillow as well.
"Quatre?" He whispered softly and he watched as blue eyes looked at him.
"Yeah?"
"I love you." He gently kissed the soft lips of the pilot now beside him.
"I know."
They were silent, then, "Trowa?"
"Hmm?"
You are my heart, you are my soul and I'll love you until the end of time and even after that. My love is pure, my love is strong and it's only meant for you.
"I love you too."
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