"To be your friend was all I ever wanted. To be your lover was all I ever dreamed"

~Anonymous

It's been years since we've met. You were the foreign silver-haired Italian. I was the popular baseball jock. No one expected us to become anything close to each other.

Yet we were.

We were introduced through Tsuna. You hated me at first, afraid that I was going to steal away your right-hand man position. ButI never wanted that.

All I had ever wanted was you. And baseball. And friends.

But mainly you.

You hid such beauty behind your scowls. But I suppose I should thank them, because they make your smiles that much more beautiful.

I doubted myself the first time I realized I had feelings for you. After all, a boy shouldn't like another boy. But then I realized that I didn't care. I still wanted you, no matter what the repercussions might be.

Even if I lost my friends, or even baseball, I wouldn't care as long as I had you.

I knew you would never return my feelings. It was obvious that you were head-over-heels for Tsuna. So I settled for just being your friend.

Except you wouldn't give me even that. You scoffed at me, calling me "Yakuubaka" and other insults. I just laughed them off.

Finally, years later, you accepted me as your friend. Finally called me one of your closest friends.

Unfortunately, that was only after Tsuna's death.

You had no one else to go to, so you went to me. Cried in my arms, sobbing, mourning the loss of your beloved Tsuna.

I comforted you, and wished so badly that I could do more.

I always wanted that friendship. But I know I can only dream of becoming your lover.