Sakura
Why did I love him?
To put it simply, he was perfection. In the beginning anyways.
He was the embodiment of strength and grace, a quiet individual who would exude an aura of authority without ever trying. He was handsome (he probably always will be; I've seen pictures of his dad) and intelligent.
What I really loved about him was his persistence. I remember that one day I found him training by himself in a very secluded area. I don't know how long I stood there and watched him toss blade after blade at the targets mounted on the trees around him (he moved like a panther, like the kunai were just extensions of his body) but by the end of it he was dripping in sweat and he could hardly move. I couldn't understand why he was trying so hard, why he was pushing himself so hard. In fact, it wasn't many years later until I understood the true reason for his persistence. It wasn't until I heard about his brother that I understood what had made him such a disagreeable person.
It didn't change my feelings at all though and I loved him just the same (if not more) when we were assigned to team 7. Because of team 7, he became more than just a hero that I watched from far away. He became someone whom I knew, someone I spoke to and interacted with on a day to day basis. He became one of my best friends, one of the people I thought I would always be able to trust and rely on.
But then he left.
After that day, getting up in the mornings became something like Hell for me. I would wake up, hoping (praying, imagining, wishing, longing) that everything had simply been a nightmare, that I had woken up and now everything would be back to the way it had been for those few, perfect months. Sasuke would be home, Naruto would be happy, Kakashi wouldn't hate himself as much as usual. All for naught though. I would take one look in the mirror and everything (fucking reality) would come crashing down on me again in waves.
Eventually, I began to forget what I had loved about that boy. I began to realize all of his faults, all of his shortcomings and all the losses we (Naruto, Kakashi and I. We.) had suffered at his hands. I still loved him, of course, but I was no longer this helpless little twit who would jump whenever he told me to. At some point along the way, I realized subconsciously that the Sasuke I knew had died long ago and he would never be returned to the way he was. I knew all this but I refused to accept it.
And he has ruined us. We. (Naruto, Kakashi and I. We. WE.) We have been ruined.
It's all your fault, Sasuke. We have been ruined, but the saddest part is, I still love you.