Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Do not sue me.
AN: this is just a pointless, sort of sweet/touching little piece that is just something I threw onto my computer. (it sort of goes in circles, but hey, this is Heero, need I say more?)
Heero's P.O.V.
I looked up at the Crucifix just above my head.
I never really ever believed in any religion of any sort.
Never had the time or option.
Besides I knew Hell would be my final destination, why bother with the details of learning where I could have gone?
But no she had to come.
She had to come and be kind to me, my own angel.
She taught me some.
I saw strength in her that has nothing to do with muscles or tactics, not even knowledge.
She stood up for what she believed in.
That there should be peace for everyone.
That there should be love for everyone, even me.
This girl, this pathetic little girl who probably couldn't lift her own weight, had the world at her fingers.
I saw how all the people seemed to unite with her words.
Even I, fell into a hypnotic daze.
My objectives changed soon after.
No longer did I fight because I was told, now for her.
So her dream could become a reality.
Now the war is over and her dream came true.
There is nothing left for me anymore.
Except her.
I came to her one night and, as some would say, fell in love.
She hugged me for no reason, and I, for no reason, let her.
She welcomed me back.
I was her warrior and she my princess.
Odd, I think not.
She fell in love with me.
I'm glad she did.
My soul which thought was eternally condemned, had a chance with her.
She taught me about life, about love, about everything.
Except for faith.
She said no one can teach you your faith, you can learn about it, but your faith must come from you.
I went walking one day.
And saw nothing but marvels and miracles.
I came home and picked up a Bible.
And I learned.
You gave love to all people.
You gave them everything, the world and the stars, and all You could.
You gave Your only son, so that people like me, the killers and evil of the world could live for all eternity in a paradise with You.
You even sent to me an angel to help me find a way to that paradise.
As I look at the face of God, depicted in a human face, I thank You Lord.
That you blessed me and taught me.
That you sent to me an angel, whom tomorrow I marry.
For everything.
I sit by Your church and as my newly wed wife comes to kiss me, my thoughts blur.
She is an angel, she is.
And when she sits beside me, I look up to the sky and say out loud.
"Thank You."
She looks at me and smiles.
Maybe she thought me crazy, maybe she understood, maybe she wanted to learn.
But then she nodded and in said in reply.
"Faith is believing when it is most difficult.
Faith is, in my heart, when you can say thank you for even the most insignificant of things."
And I know in my heart, that along with those small things that make the world go round.
The small things like my daughters laughter or my wife's smiles
To the very larges things like my family and friends to my very life.
To the very largest.
To the love given by You and my family.
