Welcome to Written in Blood. Nice little fluffy fic I wrote cause I was bored and couldn't sleep. It's about 2:30 AM now…oh, and this wasn't exactly meant to be a fanfic at first. This is a real problem thingu I'm going through now, and while I was writing in spite of myself I realized 'Damn, this is good.' It sounded like Winry talking about Ed so…yeah.

Dedicated to my closest in the freaking huge Ranger family…Emjay, Yun and Kaeka

Oh yeah…a disclaimer. Forgot about that….damn. I don't own FMA, cause if I did….myahahaha…

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I'm so confused. It's like a big flood of emotions coursing through my veins, clouding my mind, consuming me. It's funny in a way, how I never noticed until now, when it's something I couldn't possibly ignore.

The feeling surrounding me…written everywhere in my blood. Love. Such a funny word. How do you know when you're actually in love? When your heart pounds when you see him? When you get nervous to speak to him? When you wish for something closer…? I dunno, maybe I am in love.

But why? Why him? Why, when I barely see him anymore? Is it because he's kind? Determined? Caring? Protective? Sheltered…

He'd never love me back. It's not like I give him a reason to. I probably just annoy him. I'm just his childhood friend that fixes his automail for him. But I wish he loved me…I wish I could tell him. I want to love him. To hold him close to me. To kiss those soft lips…

Why can't I tell him? It's only 3 words. "I love you." I should maybe sort out my feelings first….how do I know that this is love? I want to tell him…I want to tell him a lot of things…like how I hate that he never tells me what's happening to him. I know he doesn't want me to worry him but…doesn't he realize that not knowing what's wrong makes me worry even more?! Does he honestly think…that hiding everything that he and his brother does will make things better? The only way to get even the slightest idea of what he's doing is to pry around to where he's been and what he's seen.

Maybe he does love me…how much though? Am I the world to him? If I would suddenly disappear, would he desperately try to find me? If I were to die…

I can't tell him. I can never tell him. I'd only be a burden. SO…for him…I'll just ignore the dull ache of my heart and lofe for him. But…I wanted to say…I love you…I think.

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Hm…it's 3:02 AM now. I need sleep. And I'm annoyed for no reason. As I said before…this story is based on a real one. Look closely. There's a real soap opera in between the lines.

Peace out, yo.