Love

Do you love your husband?

They had asked so many times and she wondered,

What was love anyways?

Love is not lying in the grass and cuddling under the stars
Love are not roses or chocolate boxes

Love is after fifteen years of marriage,
of sleeping with a kunai under your bed.
After fifteen years of staring at his resting form after sex,
wondering if she would ever do it.

Love is when after fifteen years of doubting,
one night, you discard that kunai.
Not because you'll never kill him
but because you don't know what you'll ever do without him.

More evil!Neji/scarred!Hina 0w0