Adoring from Afar
A/N: This is just a little angst/romance that popped into my head. Try to guess who it is, answers in the end. Please review!
No one must ever find this, especially her.
I've always felt something special for her.
I don't know why it is. Is it the way she has a special smile? Is it her cheerful nature?
All I know is that I love her.
I prefer to watch her and admire from afar, but sometimes that isn't enough.
I just want to hold her in my arms and whisper sweet nothings into her ear.
There are so many things we can do.
I even dream about it.
Sometimes we're just together, enjoying ourselves.
But a few times, I even envision myself kissing her, sometimes softly, other times passionately.
Sometimes I awaken in the night and scribble bits of poetry dedicated to her, with the light of the moon and the sense of touch to light my way.
Her soft hair, of such a beautiful tone in my eyes always and I desire to touch lovingly and softly.
Her eyes, which are always so warm and friendly to me.
Her voice, that is always so musical, no matter what.
Words cannot seem to capture her inner beauty though.
But in the warm light of the sun, I read them and burn them,
watching the paper crumbling into frail ash.
I can't tell anyone about this. Not Tai, or even Joe.
There are so many things inside of me. I'm so confused. Can someone help me?
But I feel jealous because she loves another.
He is more than perfect for her.
He's handsome, smart, and charming.
He obviously is subtle in his affection and lover for her, but it is noticeable.
I want to feel rage for him, for both of them, for ignoring my love for her, but I just can't.
I love her just too much. I want to have her, but deep inside, the thing I want for her is to be happy.
She is always kind to me, treating me with dignity and respect, no matter what. She was almost a sister to me, but I think of her as closer even than that.
Sometimes, ideas come to me, usually wild and unbelievable, to somehow get her love me and reveal my love to her.
But I just push them aside, knowing that they are impossible and foolish.
They are as unlikely to work as the moon and sun dancing together in the same sky, while the stars circled them, singing.
Now it is too late. They both confessed their love for each other and are getting married.
Everyone is invited.
I came, seeming to be happy for both of them, but inside, no one could see my heart was breaking.
The bride came up to me, smiling.
She looked radiant in her white gown. A beautiful band of white roses, lace, and pearls was on her head, covered by her veil.
"Thank you," she whispered and pecked me on my cheek. "You'll always have a close place in my heart."
She hugged me tightly.
I hugged her back, although my heart felt like it had shattered into a thousand crystal shards and they were slowly being scattered to the winds.
I managed a weak smile and said, "Have a good life, Miya-chan."
I walk off, hands in my pockets, not daring to look back at my beloved Miyako.
I am just Iori, adoring from afar.