I would like to thank you brat… no Deidara.

I didn't think that I would have as much fun as I've had with you in reality again, I thought the fun times would only remain as a memory… but you proved me wrong… Spending time with you has made old emotions and feelings come back, those of which I thought I'd only ever feel again as nothing more than a ghost of an emotion my mind would conjure up in a memory. You made me happy again, truly happy.

I cry tears of happiness, even though these feelings hurt. I'm happy to feel them again but it confuses me. Why couldn't you just let me be? Why wouldn't you allow me to be an emotionless being? Why did you insist on being in my company even when I demanded you leave me alone and insulted and even degraded you constantly? When did your presence start to bring me joy? I've become so used to your presence that if you aren't near me I feel alone… and it hurts… When you come back from solo missions with fatal wounds it hurts me… It hurts me more than losing my parents did… It scares me, the thought of losing you…

I may act indifferent, like I don't care at times, that's all a façade, a means of protecting myself from getting hurt, again, because of the strong feelings I have for someone, for you…

I may have an eternal body, one that cannot be damaged easily, nearly indestructible, but it's when you hold me in your arms that I truly feel indestructible, like nothing can ever hurt me because you're holding me and wouldn't let anything happen to me, even if it means you get hurt for it. I may frown or 'pout cutely' as you put it when you hug me, but on the inside I'm smiling and enjoy the attention and affections you give me.

I'm not the best at expressing myself, you know this from experience, but you still manage to understand what I mean. When you catch me lying about something, like when I say 'I hate you,' you just barely glance at me and are able to see through the façade. I know this because you grin that big idiotic grin of yours that makes my face heat up, my heart flutter and my legs weak… and when that happens I wonder why I'm not the one calling you 'danna' because when I'm around you I'm no longer the puppet master… you are. You're the one pulling my strings… and I allow it. I let you do what you want with me because I trust you…

I never want to see you unhappy or hurt. That's unacceptable. So I'll promise you this: I'll protect you as you protect me because you're my only friend, because you're my partner, because it'll hurt me if I don't… because I love you…