Words mean Nothing to Me
On a scale from one to ten, ten being incredibly much, and one being not at all, he loves you a total of ten. He'll never say it out loud.
He lets you comb your fingers through his hair and allows you to kiss his temple after sex. He likes it. Will you ever know? No.
When he's on a mission he misses you, he kills and destroys but really wants to go back home. Home is where you are. He never tells you.
You think that maybe on a scale from one to ten, ten being incredibly much, and one being not at all, he loves you a total of five. Maybe he loves you just a little bit.
You tell him you love him so much it hurts—every day.
You think that after sex he's just really tired, so tired even, that he can't bare the strength to squat your hand away. Maybe it doesn't bother him that much.
You tell him how much you like touching his hair and kissing his temple.
You think that he doesn't really need you there. He's fine on his own and he likes being alone. Maybe he just puts up with you.
You tell him you miss him every time you see him.
Perhaps it's not as easy as it looks—you never thought loving someone would be this difficult. But the fact still remains that he doesn't leave you. And if he has to go, he always comes back to you. Every time again and again.
You think words are overrated.
Because he still loves you, he still likes your touches and he still misses you.
You know just as well that words have no meaning, when there is someone out there that makes you feel like this. So you'll let him go, set him free, because he always comes back to you. And that's what really matters.
AN: what do I seem to have with these semi-sad KakuIru things? Gagh, they drive me insane!
