So, sorry for being late, again. Anywho, here's the 3rd of 8. In the letter, the words that are not italicized were meant to be crossed out. So, sorry. Anyways, enjoy, and don't forget to review!

The Takari Drabbles: Love Notes

She couldn't do it. She couldn't go through with the humiliation of rejection. She couldn't go through life, knowing that his feelings and her own feelings were not one and the same. She couldn't give him the note that she spent hours writing, and days crying over. She couldn't…

Hikari woke up to the familiar chiming of her alarm clock. A ritual that she usually dreaded, today was no different. She had been up the night before, fitting all her feelings onto one perfumed-soaked piece of pink stationery. She opted out of doing her homework. She felt that this was more important than some biology assignment. She looked out to the sun from her window. She knew that there was no turning back. She was going to do it.

It was quite simple. Each stroke of the pen was a self-inflicted cut to her heart. Such pure emotion was unbearable, so she couldn't hold it in much longer. Her love bled onto the paper.

Dearest Takeru,

Darling. You know I just want to say that I had have the biggest crush on you. For years, I have loved love liked you. I know it's silly of me, but I really love want you to know how I feel. I'm putting our dear friendship on the line, but all this anguish is killing me. It's just every time I see you, my heart melts and my knees get so weak. I love like everything about you. I like that hat you wear, the way your golden hair falls on your face, the way your eyes glisten so. I love like every part of you, Takeru. And I feel that it's time that I not run away from my feelings, but rather confront them. If you like love like me, then tell me so. Even if you don't feel the same way, I just want you to know that I love like you. I love like you a lot. I love you, my Takeru.

Forever Yours Sincerely,

Your Hikari

Hikari managed to avoid Takeru the whole day. It was the last class she dreaded the most. Algebra. Algebra, with Takeru. She sat in her seat, and waited. She wanted class to be over. She didn't even want to be here. She ducked her head down, hoping that time would pass faster, and that she would disappear. But, nonetheless, her heart melted when she heard his voice.

"Hey Hikari… Are you okay?"

She kept her head down, to hide her profuse blushing. She kept it down for the entire hour. And thus, the bell rang, a sigh of relief followed. She didn't have to confess her feelings. She didn't have to put her heart on the line. She didn't have to give him the note.

As she stumbled out of class, surprised that her teacher didn't care that her head was plopped on her desk the whole time, she felt the relief of having her heart intact. But, gradually, as she took faint steps down the hallway, she felt a looming disappointment. She didn't put her heart on the line. She pulled out of her book bag the note, and opened it, ready to tear it to shreds, regretting the fact that she made the note. Regretting the fact that she didn't give to him when she had the chance.

"Why didn't I give it to him? I should have… I feel like such a fool…"

And the tears cascaded down her cheeks. She couldn't believe it. Written on the bottom of her note, was the words she always longed to hear.

My dearest Hikari…

I do. I really do. I've always loved you. And I still do. And I always will.

Forever Yours,

Takeru

She didn't have to.

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