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the one who loved me
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Soccer has always been my forte. I play for the love of the
game that I have had for as long as I can remember clearly. The cheering fans,
even though I know they aren't cheering for me specifically, make the
adrenaline course through my veins, and I play on.
Several months ago, I came into contact with someone
special. Now I have someone to cheer me on at my games, to meet me with hugs
and sometimes, when no one else is looking our direction, kisses.
Since the time when I confessed my feelings toward him, I
have been loved, I have felt what I had been missing nearly my whole life. He
is everything I am not, and yet that does not stop him from loving me, in fact,
he loves me all the more for it.
Surely I should've known that Hikari wasn't the one for me--she,
pretty, nice, and yet airheaded. He was the only one to laugh at my remarks,
not me, such as the time I muttered, "This is the scariest thing I've ever
seen. Except Tweety-bird and Mr. Rogers" when I saw Sora with her mud mask
and cucumbers over her eyes.
Several incidences have strengthened my belief in the idea
that my soul mate, my one true love was not in that lack-a-brain Hikari, but in
this boy who quietly stole my heart while I made off with his.
She is not the one who loved me, Motomiya Daisuke. Instead, it was he, Izumi Koushirou. He is the one who loved me.