Misunderstood Notions
Spring leaves flutter vibrantly in the crisp breeze. Residual droplets echo against the surface of stagnant waters. Action follows in line with action. Even time is starting to pass between us. Yet we remain. Motionless. Unmoving. Trapped in a vortex surrounding only us.
"I've never treated you the same as anyone else." Your healing words, why do they always soothe me so? Please don't continue these loving gestures on me, I am so entrapped in your protection, your guidance, your care. I don't want to fall deeper into your undeserving love.
"I like you Kuronuma. Do you like me?" My name, whispered so gently from his lips. What beauty I have never beheld in my own name ever before.
Yes I do, so very much. But I don't want to be selfish for your sake. So the only thing I can do is close up my voice and give you a firm nod.
Nod. I really like you, I have liked you since the day I first met you.
Nod. Being with you more has made me like you even more that it scares me.
His face stays focused upon my own; it contorts slowly into a sign of displeasure, even more so into a hint of melancholy. "But your like is different form mine." Those once kind eyes that would warm my cheeks have turned into sadness and emitting a defeated spirit. It must be frustrating dealing with me so much.
I like you so much, I may even love you. But those boys...they are right aren't they? You would be seen in a different light if you were associated in "that way" with me. I don't want you to be cast from the beautiful glow, the savior's hand, you give to not only to me and to others. So I must hold back, hold back these feelings.
"...yeah.." Stop tears, please stop falling.
In only a moment, you pass me by, without a final glance. Please..don't go...I want to let it all out and run to you, to hug you...but my legs, my arms, won't move. The wind brushes my hair, beckoning, yet I feel nothing. My heart says to call out to you but my mind keeps me in place. I stare at the ground emotionless, until I break, falling to the ground in pieces. At least when I am alone, I am able to cry my heart out. But this time I am calling out in vain.
What you told me, I already knew. I already knew all this time...