Loving you is like loving a wall. Pointless.
I remember telling you that I liked you when we were younger. You just brushed the statement off and we went on training. I, idiotically, thought that to be your way of accepting it. But no. I later learned the truth.
You pushed me away after you learned. I was just too caught up in your "greatness" to realize it.
You're the great and mighty Hyuuga Neji. You're too good for some lowlife scum like me. But Haruno Sakura on the other hand. Yes, Sakura. Now, at least she has a last name.
I felt like a moron, when I saw you two there, in the place where we'd always spar. You were holding hands and smiling. The great Hyuuga Neji, smiling? I never thought it possible.
All that time I had wasted, by your side; helping you get stronger was a waste. You left me in the end. Come to think of it, you weren't even with me in the beginning.
You weren't there when Temari beat me in the Chuunin Exams.
Sure, we're teammates. You were there on missions, watching my back. I had foolishly thought you were doing it for some deeper meaning. You were only doing your job.
I remember all that talk of destiny and fate you used to do. When you suddenly stopped, I wondered why. It was because of Sakura, wasn't it?
Neji, don't bother coming to my apartment to demand an explanation for this pathetic excuse of a letter. I'll have already gone. I've moved. Find yourself another sparring partner, Haruno Sakura, perhaps.
Yours,
Tenten
Neji reread the letter, a blank expression on his face.
Haruno Sakura, the pink-haired medical ninja, came up and wrapped her slender arms around his waist. "Who's the letter from?"
The Hyuuga crumpled the letter in a hand and threw it aside. "No one important."
