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What is Love?
Dear You:
It has been a long time since I've been in here. I haven't flipped the pages of my yesterdays. There may be some occasions when I have been as happy as a blooming flower, and some as sad as a dying one, and I do not wish to find out what has made me angry nor sad.
I am appalled at Inu-Yasha's sense. He never has any, but today he amazed me with his wisdom, which I do not know where he gained.
I thought his mocking words hurtful, at first, but they were not, because they were not mocking me at all. They were true words. Beautiful words that touched one's heart and soul, if one trusted the person who recited such message.
The beginning of it all was when I explained my love troubles to Sango. She was not attentive at all, I recognized, because when I asked her what I should do, she offered me a mint, and as you may know, love does not have to do anything with mints, although I accepted her offer.
Miroku and Inu-Yasha were gone to explore the forest close to where we were camping. Inu-Yasha was always with his Tetsusaiga at hand, which he thought he could exploit in the forest, which I knew was harmless because of my thorough forest exploring in my childhood. He, of course, didn't trust me or Sango, which has been in that forest looking for wood, and has not turned out invalid or unconscious, so we were sure it was safe, but we let them play forest rangers for awhile.
I got frustrated after a long time of explaining, or at least trying to explain my very tragic problem, which Sango still didn't understand nor heard. She didn't try much either. She would just nod at every quote and agreed at every 'yes' and 'no' I would burst out. She got me tired because all she was doing was watching Miroku. Now I had a good excuse to get out of hearing her moan about life and injustice.
I decided to talk to myself out loud so that she and every living and nonliving thing in the forest could hear me, but I found that this was a mistake because I was not talking, no, I was singing, and I didn't notice until Inu-Yasha, Sango, and Miroku's eyes where on me.
I sang:
If you are here, can you steal my heart? If you are here, take some time and rip my heart apart. If you are here, it's a miracle So take your time to hurt me again So I can feel the pain strain Again
I want you to hurt me Because I can't see you anymore Because you can never see me There's never an open door for you to walk in Anymore
If you are here, please try and Read my mind Because I know you haven't got much time I know you have to leave I know you have a trip Again, Again
If you draw a line between us Can you at least hear me cry Because maybe I'll cry Because maybe I'll die
And if you do have to leave Once again Could you at least say goodbye Before I see you're gone And cry And die And cry And die
Because maybe I'll cry, Maybe I'll die Maybe I'll go and wave goodbye Or say hi Once again
And then hike up my mountain Again Hike up Until I get to happiness And if I die in the way Could you pick my body up And feel its tears And feel my years Have gone by Again For you Again
When I finished singing, Sango clapped, Miroku put his hands on his eyes, and Inu-Yasha stared at me like I were a shooting star. I felt awkward. I asked him what was he looking at, and he asked me if I felt sad, which he has never asked me before. I told him I did, but only a little bit. I felt uncomfortable as he sat beside me and told me that I would never understand the meaning of love because it was so deep, that shallow people would not understand. I felt insulted and asked him if I was shallow. He told me that he didn't mean what I understood. Sango started laughing and Miroku started using sarcasm against Inu-Yasha's words, which won his and my attention, and a new meaning to the word 'shallow' was drawn. A mocking meaning.
Inu-Yasha and me started fighting, and Miroku and Sango were savoring the moment. It was their fault after all, so they didn't care at all. Inu- Yasha brought the love theme back into the conversation when I said that he didn't care about anything. He said that he did care about some things, like love, because he has fallen in love, but he didn't think it was true love. He said it was sissy love. There is no such thing as sissy love! That is what I replied to that little minded opinion of his. He said that he would never fall in true love with a person, unless he had known the person for a long time and that person knew and understanded what he had been through.
Through all the commotion and screams, between our discussions about love and things that didn't matter, I had time to think of what Inu-Yasha replied every once in a while. He said some things that really amazed one if one heard with caution. He knew a lot about love, and he could really give advice that didn't hurt and made sense. He is a very intelligent hanyou, which is very alluring.
When I said that he was just a misunderstood hanyou, who was really a considerate human, he flinched. He changed back to the ignorant and rebelled Inu-Yasha I have always heard, but I have to admit, I really like the compassionate and understanding Inu-Yasha. I really did.
I wish Inu-Yasha were like this all the time, because he actually is a very nice hanyou if you whittle deep inside him. I liked that other side if his, where he actually took some time to know me and understand me, or at least discussed while he did.
I do not really love anyone yet; at least I think I do not. I hope there aren't any love symptoms that show that you are truly in love, and if there are, I hope that I do not show any. I would feel very embarrassed if Inu-Yasha noticed that I was in love and I didn't even know.
I tried to figure out the meaning of love, and I wrote a poem about it.
It is like this:
What is love? If not a call at the middle of the night, Of a person that holds all your pride Because you knew that you could confide In him or her any day
What is love? If not a kiss when you're sad A feeling that makes you glad A tingle inside that makes you smile Even in the darkest hour
What is love? But a smile that turns you 'round When you just want to scream out loud When you want to remember to forget But never forget to remember All the days that you and she or him spent together
Can you tell me what is love? If I am completely wrong And if I took, just too long And just said rubbish All this time
What is love? But a bond between two And a curse that may bloom All your soul and happiness too
Then tell me, if you know And when I experience it I will tell you What I felt when I felt it And compare, if it's the same or less Of what I felt and you felt One day
Well, that is about all I know for now of what I may feel when I do experience love, If I have yet experienced it. I feel truly blessed because of what all I have around that helped me write this poem. I thank Inu- Yasha, because, if one thinks about it, I started all this love thinking because of him, because he would be the person I least expected that could give me a lesson in love. Wherever he is, I thank him. He is a true friend, even if he does not admit it.
Kagome
(I hope you liked this Kagome Diary because I really liked it because this is a personal feeling that did happen to me, and that I wanted to share with all my "readers" in fan-fiction.)
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What is Love?
Dear You:
It has been a long time since I've been in here. I haven't flipped the pages of my yesterdays. There may be some occasions when I have been as happy as a blooming flower, and some as sad as a dying one, and I do not wish to find out what has made me angry nor sad.
I am appalled at Inu-Yasha's sense. He never has any, but today he amazed me with his wisdom, which I do not know where he gained.
I thought his mocking words hurtful, at first, but they were not, because they were not mocking me at all. They were true words. Beautiful words that touched one's heart and soul, if one trusted the person who recited such message.
The beginning of it all was when I explained my love troubles to Sango. She was not attentive at all, I recognized, because when I asked her what I should do, she offered me a mint, and as you may know, love does not have to do anything with mints, although I accepted her offer.
Miroku and Inu-Yasha were gone to explore the forest close to where we were camping. Inu-Yasha was always with his Tetsusaiga at hand, which he thought he could exploit in the forest, which I knew was harmless because of my thorough forest exploring in my childhood. He, of course, didn't trust me or Sango, which has been in that forest looking for wood, and has not turned out invalid or unconscious, so we were sure it was safe, but we let them play forest rangers for awhile.
I got frustrated after a long time of explaining, or at least trying to explain my very tragic problem, which Sango still didn't understand nor heard. She didn't try much either. She would just nod at every quote and agreed at every 'yes' and 'no' I would burst out. She got me tired because all she was doing was watching Miroku. Now I had a good excuse to get out of hearing her moan about life and injustice.
I decided to talk to myself out loud so that she and every living and nonliving thing in the forest could hear me, but I found that this was a mistake because I was not talking, no, I was singing, and I didn't notice until Inu-Yasha, Sango, and Miroku's eyes where on me.
I sang:
If you are here, can you steal my heart? If you are here, take some time and rip my heart apart. If you are here, it's a miracle So take your time to hurt me again So I can feel the pain strain Again
I want you to hurt me Because I can't see you anymore Because you can never see me There's never an open door for you to walk in Anymore
If you are here, please try and Read my mind Because I know you haven't got much time I know you have to leave I know you have a trip Again, Again
If you draw a line between us Can you at least hear me cry Because maybe I'll cry Because maybe I'll die
And if you do have to leave Once again Could you at least say goodbye Before I see you're gone And cry And die And cry And die
Because maybe I'll cry, Maybe I'll die Maybe I'll go and wave goodbye Or say hi Once again
And then hike up my mountain Again Hike up Until I get to happiness And if I die in the way Could you pick my body up And feel its tears And feel my years Have gone by Again For you Again
When I finished singing, Sango clapped, Miroku put his hands on his eyes, and Inu-Yasha stared at me like I were a shooting star. I felt awkward. I asked him what was he looking at, and he asked me if I felt sad, which he has never asked me before. I told him I did, but only a little bit. I felt uncomfortable as he sat beside me and told me that I would never understand the meaning of love because it was so deep, that shallow people would not understand. I felt insulted and asked him if I was shallow. He told me that he didn't mean what I understood. Sango started laughing and Miroku started using sarcasm against Inu-Yasha's words, which won his and my attention, and a new meaning to the word 'shallow' was drawn. A mocking meaning.
Inu-Yasha and me started fighting, and Miroku and Sango were savoring the moment. It was their fault after all, so they didn't care at all. Inu- Yasha brought the love theme back into the conversation when I said that he didn't care about anything. He said that he did care about some things, like love, because he has fallen in love, but he didn't think it was true love. He said it was sissy love. There is no such thing as sissy love! That is what I replied to that little minded opinion of his. He said that he would never fall in true love with a person, unless he had known the person for a long time and that person knew and understanded what he had been through.
Through all the commotion and screams, between our discussions about love and things that didn't matter, I had time to think of what Inu-Yasha replied every once in a while. He said some things that really amazed one if one heard with caution. He knew a lot about love, and he could really give advice that didn't hurt and made sense. He is a very intelligent hanyou, which is very alluring.
When I said that he was just a misunderstood hanyou, who was really a considerate human, he flinched. He changed back to the ignorant and rebelled Inu-Yasha I have always heard, but I have to admit, I really like the compassionate and understanding Inu-Yasha. I really did.
I wish Inu-Yasha were like this all the time, because he actually is a very nice hanyou if you whittle deep inside him. I liked that other side if his, where he actually took some time to know me and understand me, or at least discussed while he did.
I do not really love anyone yet; at least I think I do not. I hope there aren't any love symptoms that show that you are truly in love, and if there are, I hope that I do not show any. I would feel very embarrassed if Inu-Yasha noticed that I was in love and I didn't even know.
I tried to figure out the meaning of love, and I wrote a poem about it.
It is like this:
What is love? If not a call at the middle of the night, Of a person that holds all your pride Because you knew that you could confide In him or her any day
What is love? If not a kiss when you're sad A feeling that makes you glad A tingle inside that makes you smile Even in the darkest hour
What is love? But a smile that turns you 'round When you just want to scream out loud When you want to remember to forget But never forget to remember All the days that you and she or him spent together
Can you tell me what is love? If I am completely wrong And if I took, just too long And just said rubbish All this time
What is love? But a bond between two And a curse that may bloom All your soul and happiness too
Then tell me, if you know And when I experience it I will tell you What I felt when I felt it And compare, if it's the same or less Of what I felt and you felt One day
Well, that is about all I know for now of what I may feel when I do experience love, If I have yet experienced it. I feel truly blessed because of what all I have around that helped me write this poem. I thank Inu- Yasha, because, if one thinks about it, I started all this love thinking because of him, because he would be the person I least expected that could give me a lesson in love. Wherever he is, I thank him. He is a true friend, even if he does not admit it.
Kagome
(I hope you liked this Kagome Diary because I really liked it because this is a personal feeling that did happen to me, and that I wanted to share with all my "readers" in fan-fiction.)
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