A/N:
Hehe… I have noooo idea how I came to write this short bit. This actually came up in the middle of the next chapter (which became Chapter 7) that I was writing haha… and somehow doesn't seem to fit into the chapter so let's just make it into an intermission here, okie? :) You should be able to figure out which passage is who. ^_^
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What is it about you that I love the most? Maybe it's your smile. Yes, I do love the way you look when you smile. Hmm… but then again I like the way you look when you're frowning as well.
Or maybe it's your eyes that I love. The way they glint with the reflection of your strong spirit. The way they express your emotions outright. When you're happy, angry, sad, appalled, annoyed, surprised, mischievous… The millions of emotions that is you.
But then again, it could be your spirit. Your fighting spirit that never seem to give up on anything. Your strength that keeps you moving forward.
Or… your voice that soothes my soul just to hear you speak… about anything. Even when you're scolding me, or mocking me. I don't care what it is that you say, just so long I can hear your voice.
No.
I know what it is that I love most about you. I love the person that you are. The way you make me smile, the way you lift all my worries, the way you toss your beautiful hair, the way you laugh, the way you jump for joy when you sunk a shot, the way you look at me when you're puzzled, the way you look under the twilight sun…
You.
I love everything about you.
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What is it that I hate most about you? It has to be your smile. Because they make my heart go into a complete race of beats. And sometimes even, make my face turn red. And when you smile at me, I just can't… bring myself to look into your eyes.
Oh, your eyes. I hate it when they look at me. Those deep indigo blue that would just drown me into you. And then I would lose myself completely, lose my thoughts, lose all senses, lose all my words…
And your words! The words you say that would just caught me completely unprepared. Leaving me just completely, utterly… speechless.
What is wrong with me? I'm starting to sound like a lunatic. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
I hate you.
Why?
Because I keep seeing the image of you before I go to sleep, when I get up in the morning, in everything that I do. Because I miss you when you're not around. Because you make me laugh in all that you do. Because you always seem so carefree and never troubled by anything at all. Because you make me forget about all my problems.
Yes.
Everything about you.
I hate you because I think I'm in love with you.
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(to be continued)