A simple question I've asked myself countless times. Why? Why do I love you? What is it in you that has me chasing after you again and again? It's almost like gravity is pulling me deeper in love with you, refusing to let me free again. Even if I could escape it, I'd have no good reason to even want to leave this infatuation. I have to say, it all started back then, when I first met you.
There was just something about you that caught my eye, something that lured me into you. Something that soon turned into an obsession, and then to the unconditional love that I feel for you now. And here I am now, wondering how I'd ever summon up the courage to let you know how I feel. Would I be rejected? The thought of it makes me crumble. Without you, I'd feel that alone, and empty space that I once did. If you accepted my feeling, I guess I wouldn't know what to say.
I've been accepted into the lives of many, but this time, I want you to see me that way that I see you. Even in your sleeping face, I see pain. I ponder the thought if it's a pain like mine, a pain to need, love, and be loved. I can almost see that empty space, and hope, somehow that I could fill it.
It's getting late, but it's hard for me to fall asleep, especially with all these thoughts of you running wildly though my head. This endless gravity that keeps pilling me straight back to you, it wont let go. The times just ticking away, and I'm surprised you haven't come to bed yet. I assume you don't get tired easily, besides, you've stayed up late like this before. Suddenly, a question crosses my mind. Have you ever even thought about me? Do you even care about my own existence? I can't help but hope it's true. I've been waiting, a long time, to see if you'd ever say anything about me. Even the smallest hint that you cared, I've been waiting for that too. Every day is passing, time is flying by, and I still can't seem to tell you. And still, this gravity will only continue to get stronger.
Athrun sat on the edge of his bed, head bowed in sorrow. He sighed; the thoughts of Yzak were still lingering on his mind.
"Why is it so hard…" Athrun trailed off, silence filling the room. The blue haired boy groaned, lying down and closing his eyes. Hearing someone enter the room, he sat up.
"Yzak? W-what are you doing here?" he stuttered.
"Getting some sleep. Besides, what are you doing awake at this time?" Yzak questioned.
"Well you see, I couldn't get any sleep."
"I see." The silver haired boy replied, lying down.
For long moments, neither of the boys talked, silence clinging to the room. That was, until Athrun spoke up.
"Hey Yzak?"
"What is it I'm trying to get some sleep." Yzak groaned.
Athrun stood up, slowly advancing over to the other boy and sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Hey what do you think your doing?" he said, letting out a small growl.
"Well…" Athrun paused, before leaning down to place a small, loving kiss on the older boy's lips. Breaking away, Yzak was too shocked to reply.
"There's something, that I've been meaning to tell you."
