He's just so hard-headed. And strong. Damn him. I hate it, I hate the
way he makes me feel every time he comes to my rescue. Before he showed up
I fought my own battles, every single one. I fended off the whole male
student body at school *every single morning* for crying out loud! I could
take care of myself, and I did.
And now that he's here its all gone. And I find myself thinking those stupid, feminine thoughts. And doubting. I look at dresses in the store windows and wonder if the guys would look at me differently, not as a challenge to be vanquished, but as. . . . as . . . .::sigh::
And I wonder what *he* would think of me. Would he look at me differently, or give me that same bored expression. I think that it bothers me the most that he only shows emotion when he's fighting. He brushes past me in the halls like I'm nothing. Then why the hell does he always come save me?! And why the hell am I always thinking of him when things are at their worst??! Why can't I get Ranma out of my head??!
Its no use. I've spent my life to becoming the best martial artist I can be, to take over the dojo from my father. Its been my dream, my love. And now its no use. He's better than I am, he'll always be better than I am. And he excels with such nonchalance, its enough to drive me to tears. I'll never show him though. I don't cry in front of him if I can help it, and I'll NEVER tell him how much his words mean to me, how much they can hurt me. I'll never tell him that I'm in love.
And now that he's here its all gone. And I find myself thinking those stupid, feminine thoughts. And doubting. I look at dresses in the store windows and wonder if the guys would look at me differently, not as a challenge to be vanquished, but as. . . . as . . . .::sigh::
And I wonder what *he* would think of me. Would he look at me differently, or give me that same bored expression. I think that it bothers me the most that he only shows emotion when he's fighting. He brushes past me in the halls like I'm nothing. Then why the hell does he always come save me?! And why the hell am I always thinking of him when things are at their worst??! Why can't I get Ranma out of my head??!
Its no use. I've spent my life to becoming the best martial artist I can be, to take over the dojo from my father. Its been my dream, my love. And now its no use. He's better than I am, he'll always be better than I am. And he excels with such nonchalance, its enough to drive me to tears. I'll never show him though. I don't cry in front of him if I can help it, and I'll NEVER tell him how much his words mean to me, how much they can hurt me. I'll never tell him that I'm in love.