I look back and I say to myself, "How did I end up with her?" I know that she always loved me, but I never knew what I thought of her. I guess I just took it for granted that she loved me; I thought she always would and that I'd get around to figuring out whether or not I loved her. In the meantime, I just kept running away.

I guess you might want to know who I am. Well, if you got a good look at me, you'd know who I am. Every night, I make sure that I tell her, "I Love you, Amy Rose." That's right; it's me, Sonic the Hedgehog. Even I have my soft spot, especially for Amy.

I figure that I should start at the beginning. Back then, which was maybe three or four years ago (I don't really know), I kept running from Amy. This one day, I realized that she no longer was chasing me around. So I stopped and looked around me, hoping that I was just too fast for her.

As I waited for her to come around within sight, she didn't come. I knew that she definitely wasn't out of shape; after all, she chased me around every day, maybe twice a day if she was lucky. After waiting another minute, I did something that I hadn't done for a long while; I walked around and gathered my thoughts.

Even though I usually rely on quick reflexes and thinking on the fly, I found out that pausing and contemplating can sometimes be much more effective. That day, I walked with one hand on my chin and continued to walk back to where I was. When I got back home, the only thing I had been able to think about was Amy.

I went back and forth with myself, trying to figure out what I thought was love. Was it something physical? Was it something more? What did she have to do with it? If I did love her, how would I show it? Would she still love me back? Why is it on my mind?

Since I was more irrational and quick-tempered back then, I threw my hands up in the air and tore at the quills on the back of my head. Impulsively, I just ran, hoping to get my mind off things. Love was something much too deep for me to think about at that time. It wasn't that I was tired (Eggman hadn't attacked in months), but I just didn't have the patience to think about something that wasn't plainly obvious.

Though I may have felt stupid about doing it at the time, I went over to where I knew Amy lived. Her place wasn't very large or fanciful, but it just suited Amy perfectly; thank goodness it wasn't a shrine devoted to me, not too sound cocky. (That would have been just a little too creepy.) The pink and red scattered throughout the outside was a little too much for my tastes (I couldn't stand things being far from simple).

After she came outside to meet me, she seemed very surprised to see me. Upon seeing me, her eyes grew wide, and she asked me, "Sonic, what are you doing here?"

I had nothing to say, but, "I don't know."

She seemed confused, but that didn't stop her from saying, "Well, why don't you come inside then?"

Just as it would have fit me back then, I told her, "Amy, I don't have the time to just sit around and talk."

I could tell that she was starting to get a little annoyed with me, as she asked, "Then why did you come here, Sonic?"

I don't know how I got around to doing it, but I asked her, "I noticed you quit chasing me earlier than usual yesterday. Why?"

She sighed audibly. "Sonic, why does everything have to be about you? I quit running after you, because I realized that you're just going to keep running away from me. I'll tell you this: I won't come chasing after you. The next time one of us comes chasing after the other, you'll be chasing after me. We'll see how it goes from there."

I realize now that I had asked the wrong question, but then I didn't quite realize why she pushed me away then, effectively throwing me out for a while. I feel a little guilty to say this, but I almost celebrated to hear that Amy wouldn't be chasing after me again.

Even with that indignant attitude of mine, my mind still drifted back to her and the issue of love at the least expected times. I run laps in the morning to clear my head and make sure that I'm ready and alert for the day; that habit started before I'd even met Amy. It was just a little bit of an escape from ordinary life. However, every time I went running, the thought of Amy still came back to me. I just couldn't shake it; it was if it had become another part of my routine, and I couldn't stand it at all.

Thank goodness I run my laps out into areas that are relatively deserted, because otherwise people would have seen my childish behavior of stopping after my laps were done and grabbing at the quills on the back of my head. If I wanted it, Amy would be out of my life. However, I couldn't do that; she was too good of a friend to just stop seeing altogether. She may have been a little strange and obsessive, but she was still a really loyal friend.

This cycle just continued to go on. I wished so desperately for my mind to stop me from going back to Amy Rose in such a frustrating way. But it was if my mind knew something that I myself didn't know; it's so apparent now. If I hadn't been thinking about Amy so much, I definitely wouldn't have been able to sort out some of the more difficult questions I had to ask myself.

One day, I actually did something mature and actually sat down and thought about what I was doing. I thought long and hard those questions that I had asked myself when Amy had stopped chasing me. I didn't come to any concrete solutions, but at the very least I had stopped being so childish that I couldn't actually stop and think. Though I never got anywhere, I found it somewhat refreshing to just sit and think about these deeper things. I at least felt at peace.

That day, I'm sure I actually sat and thought longer than I had actually been running, just judging that it looked to be about noon when I actually sat up and decided to go back to civilization. However, I saw something that I never expected to see when I came on my way back.