Maybe things don't always have to be broken. Maybe I can repaint my fence and make it white. Maybe glue can piece back together my shattered heart. Maybe I can recover from a bad love.

Maybe sometimes Monday won't be as nice as Wednesday and maybe I won't know when to stop crying and hold my head up. So what if my morning look isn't as pretty as the day of my wedding and my body isn't as smooth as it should be. I might not live in a castle far away but I can have my prince in the form of books and my ring in my stethoscope.

"Sometimes you don't have to explain everything for it to make sense! Why do you torment yourself like this?"

So what if I cry way too much and can't hold my own against my closest brothers? Ok, so I'm not glamorous, and I can't seem to let go of a boy, and sometimes I don't look as good as I feel.

He hugged her because she might be gone the next morning, "He doesn't deserve you."

But I'm happy.

She smiled at him because her mind willed her of nothing else, "I know."

I've got problems that don't seem to let go, and I'm way too emotional sometimes. I smile too much and eat less than any average person. My hands are hard and rough and no amount of polish makes them look better. My eye's are dull and common, my hair too rare to be unique, and my strength too simple.

"You inspire me. You really do." And he smiled because there was so much more he wanted to say.

He can summon powers from within his own mind, and he thinks that everyday can be different.

He can will his own mind to go past the agony of loss and only to revenge, and he can think that every other day is simply every other day.

"I don't have to breathe in the fresh air around me to know I'm alive."

So sometimes I hug him when I need anyone willing to listen and sometimes I leave him when the other looks around. So sometimes I can't choose between my tears and my loves, even when neither is there. Maybe when they call me it's not just for me, but for Sakura. Maybe I can't go to the one who's always there simply because he's always there and I can take advantage of that.

Maybe one day I'll wake up and realize that it's unhealthy and that it only hurts more those around me than it makes me happy. Maybe 365 days in the year aren't enough to think about him, and maybe sometimes I'm too foolish to want to change it.

"Sometimes letting go can be the easiest part. Even if it seems like it will never become easy again."

Maybe I'll write one day about my regrets and faults and how my heart shattered one day. Maybe I'll write about how eyes began to tear and how his hugs helped to soften the blow for once.

Maybe glue can fix a broken heart.

I guess this can be interpreted as SasuSaku or SakuNaru, but I'd like to think in some twisted way that they all work together. I know I've been on a huge sort of...dissapearance, but I've hardly had time to sit down and focus long enough to update. Thankfully, summer vacation's coming up for me so I'll have plenty of time to write.

I'd love some reviews.

Until Next Time,

Darkofthenight.