Notes: Trinity's POV. Her thoughts on the time that Neo was still connected to the Matrix, and all those times she' sit and watch.

I could stare at you for hours, marvelling at your flawless face, in my eyes at least, just taking you all in and gazing so blindly at your imperfections. I'd sit in my room at night, lost in a thousand sorrows accompanied by a twisted flurry of thoughts of you, and wished that one day you'd stare at me in the same way, and say those three tiny words which would overpower my entire system, knocking me senseless with adoration.

I love you.

I'd dream of us being together, and of being locked in your powerful arms. Of those beautiful eyes boring straight through me, reading my thoughts and of you simply knowing. Knowing how much I loved you, knowing how much I cared, and appreciating that. Not knocking me back or feeling awkward in the presence of someone who idolised you.

I wanted you to rid me of all my pain. I'd been through so much, but I felt as if I could truly connect with you on another level, a level that could free my soul and bring that light back to my eyes. I was hungry for you, yet it was a hunger that I could not satisfy, as I reduced to watching you, lost for words, but unable to speak even if I was graced with the right words to say.

I wished I could tell you I loved you.

But you don't even know who I am. And it seems so absurd. How could I love you? We'd never been together, I'd never really had the chance to get to know you the way lovers should, yet in my heart, deep inside, I already knew. A part of my longed for the days we would be together, because my entire mind, body and soul were overflowing with a boundless love. I wanted to tell the world that I loved you, but didn't, only for the fear that they'd think I was insane. How could I love you? They'd laugh. I don't even know what love is, they'd scorn.

But I knew I loved you.

I look back now on all those times when I'd sit alone of an evening, alone with my thoughts of you. But I was happy that way for a while. It became more painful over time as I longed for you even more, and I began to worry that when we finally met, you wouldn't feel the same. I didn't think I could honestly survive without you. I was so lost in you.

I'm glad those times are over. That the pain and the anxiety are gone. Yet sometimes I can just sit and stare at you, as I once did, and each time I do, I fall in love with you all over again.