Dear Stitch,
I can still recall those glorious days as an experiment catcher. You and me exploring the vicinity, trapping your cousins and introducing them into the meaning of family. It's so easy to feel the emotions I've experience with you. Just close my eyes, vision a perfect time I've had with you, and the happiness just flows in my body. Once I'm at the end of my reminiscing, I look in the mirror to see a goofy smile and sparkling eyes staring back at me. I put my hand to my chest and feel my heart pounding. Warmth pools in my stomach, as if someone had dumped a mug of steaming hot coco down my throat and in my belly. I love this feeling! I love what you are doing to me!
Yet, I also hate this feeling and despise what you are doing to me. I've never felt this way in my life before. It's all new to me and therefore, rather scary. You and I, we've been best friends since childhood. I can't count how many years we've been together! All I know, is that those years have built up into something incredible, unfamiliar, and beautiful and I don't know what I should do. I'm at a loss about how I should handle these intruding emotions and it's a queasy feeling.
I know what you would say. Having these feelings bottled up inside me is not good and that I should let them out to somebody. You even promised me that you would be there if I'm running around with a festering problem. I do have a problem, and I do want to talk to you about it, but I also don't want to talk to you about it. Rejection is heavy on my mind, I don't think I would be able to take it if you laughed at me or kept your distance from me like I'm some vampire that wants to suck the blood from your neck and in turn, make you one. Friends come and go, but I want you to stick around forever.
It's childish and impossible, but I have these dreams at night. You and me on a bright, sunny day, seeking shade underneath a tree. Birds singing a melodious tune as you reach for my hand. I would smile back and move closer to you. I'm disappointed at the loss of your warm touch around my hand, but almost giggle at the feel of your arms encircling me. I brush up against you, wanting to share my warmth with you, perhaps even my body. I feel your furry, but soft, assuring lips pressing against my forehead. I tilt my head up only to have your mouth descend towards mine. I am disappointed, again.
I am awake, and sporting a stupid grin. I close my eyes for a second to feel you again, but when I don't, I sigh and just leave the room. Besides, I know I'll have you for the night. I always do. The dreams keep coming back and as much as they torture me, they also bring me satisfactory.
It's hard to deny it Stitch. So hard. It's so difficult to bury these thoughts in the graveyard of my mind. Not when everyday I see you smile at me and your body is pressed up to mine. Not when I have you so near, yet so far away that I just want to break down and cry in front of you, plead for you to hold me in your arms and never let me go. I need you. I want you to be with me the way a woman wants her man. I'm going to end this letter like I always do. Even if, you won't read this, at least I've said it. I've said it to myself a million times and each time, it never fails to give me that little jolt. I wish I could say it to your ears instead, then hear you repeat the phrase. However, if all you want to be is friends, I can live with it. I rather have you as my best friend than nothing at all. Still, I'm going to say this.
I'm in love with you Stitch.
Since-
The pencil fell from her hand, landing with a clang on the floor. Her heart gave a painful lurch at the sound of a male's voice behind her. Spinning swiftly in her rolling chair, she faced him with a look of surprise, like a child fearful of their mother who caught them stealing a candy bar. The figure in front of her tilted his head to one side to show inquisitiveness.
Lilo smiled nervously. "Uh, hey Stitch! What are you doing?"
"Uh, Stitch come get Lilo. Isa dinnertime! Gaba Lilo doing?" Stitch asked, letting his curiosity blind him. He approached the trembling girl, peering over her shoulder to see what she wrote.
Lilo was quick to hide the embarrassing writing from Stitch by her hands, covering up most that she could. "It's a secret. It's not nice to invade people's privacy Stitch."
She was aggravated, he could sense that. He would've backed away if he hadn't seen the one thing that caught his attention. Where her hands failed to cover, was the addressing of the person. Dear Stitch That was him! If it was addressed to him, shouldn't he have the right to read it?
Ignoring Lilo's fussing, he pried her hands from the paper, laying them flat on the desk. His hands pressed down on hers to cease her struggling. His eyes scanned the paper, drinking in every word, his mouth even moving to the words.
Lilo hung her head and turned to the side. Her face flushed a deep scarlet and her hands trembled under his. She noticed he was further into the letter, where her most inner, and private thoughts were exposed. She felt angry. Not at him though, but at herself. How could she had been so foolish to write down her feelings for everyone, especially the subject of the romantic writing, to see? Tears slid from her eyes and her mouth emitted a choked sob.
Then she felt it. Warm, soft lips pressed against the softness of her cheek. She whipped around to face the loving gaze of her dearest Stitch.
A/N: Something I whipped up. I know it's not my best, but I had to get something for the A-Z oneshots. I haven't updated it in forever, so here's the letter 'D'
