I miss the days,

The days when we would just reach out,

Reach out to each other.

Pretending that we were long lost lovers,

Lovers that came from two different worlds.

Holding out an arm for effect,

Our fingers all stretched,

Just so we would look pretty realistic.

You seemed very into it,

So I pretended that I was too.

Your eyes spoke the words,

The words that you never needed to share,

Well, out loud at least.

But, as we grew,

There was this ridge,

And this ridge separated,

Separated, the two worlds

The two lovers came from.

Then, slowly but surely,

The ridge got filled up

With used-to-be memories,

Anger, love, and most of all

Confusion.

I tried reaching out again,

Not like before,

But I tried with a different approach,

Reaching out straight to your heart.

Sometimes I felt that I would make a dent,

But nothing much more than that.

Sometimes, I see flickers of what used to be,

In those icy blue eyes that you have,

The pride of finally finding,

Finding the thing that you wanted most.

But that was before,

I believe you and I have changed,

Some changes were drastic,

But some were minor.

But all the while,

I figured that was when the ridge started forming.

Even though we live in the two different worlds,

I'm happy that I met you,

You made me smile on my darkest days,

And warm on my coldest days.

So thank you.

Kagome said the few last words with her voice quivering. The tears that formed on the rim of her eyes threatened to spill, leaving her with nothing except vulnerability. She looked at the floor while she was walking back to her seat, afraid of what people might think or say. Especially Inuyasha, she peeked a look at Inuyasha and found him smiling a sad smile. She held his gaze for a second or two, and looked up. Instead of finding everyone looking at the next reader, their eyes were all on her. She could feel the blood leave her face, and rush back quick. She looked at her desk, which now seemed to be too intresting for her to look up, and when she heard the next reader start reading, she waited for about 5 seconds and then looked up. Coast is clear, no one is looking at her, all were busy interpreting the next set of poems.

"Inuyasha, will you please come up and read your poem to the class?" asked Mrs. Crow.

Inuyasha stood up, as graceful as any dancer. And walked up to the podium, he cleared his throat and began to weave through the intricate words that his poem held.

"...I can't help it if your smile makes my heart jump. I cant help it if you're all I can think about at night. I can't help it if I'm falling helplessly in love woth you." Kagome was on the verge of hysterically crying. That was the same exact way that she felt for Hojo, if not also Inuyasha. Those feelings just couldn't be contained anywhere, no matter how big the container might be. Love is just love, it's as simple as that.