you see them walking down the corridors, hand in hand like your typical lovers do, and a twinge of something that feels like envy pierces you inside— the curious kind— but still envy nonetheless.

with its green eyes just like hers.

you're sure you haven't smiled as she does. her eyes crinkling at the corners, radiating warmth, sparkling with joy and with something that you haven't had before— only dreamed of.

if you had it, your hair would've been shining like a halo at the top of your head like her pink tresses do, and your smile blinding every soul in your path just like hers does.

he would've been holding your hand while you're at it.

he, with his sharp eyes that always seem to soften around the edges when he looks at you. he, with his intense stare that he can't seem to stop doing with your face. he, with his loving gaze that whispers love.

you haven't been looked at like that— like you're the only person on earth that makes sense; like you're the only person worth looking at. his little smile is hidden with his sarcastic and blunt remarks, but you can see traces of it when he looks at you like that.

they seem to float as they glide together to their respective classes. you and the rest of their audience collectively inspect them, wondering how these two ethereal people can live among the mortals you call yourselves.

you all watch as they stop at the laboratory and she looks up at him. he leans down to press his lips against her temple and murmur something you can't hear that made her laugh. you can see the tiny smirk of his on her skin and the subtle pride in his eyes when he made her that way.

you and the rest of the world longingly sigh in unison.

she wraps her arms lightly around his tall frame and stands on her tiptoes to give him a little kiss. and when she pulls away, you see him grab the back of her neck and kiss her again, this time deeper. his other hand rests on her waist and he grips it harder as he continues.

turning your eyes away, you feel heat creeping on your face. and possibly, so does the rest of the people around. when you think it's alright to look again, they're already parting ways. he thumbs her lips and plants one last kiss on her forehead before letting her go inside her class.

slowly, he turns around then sweeps his eyes like he knows you're all looking. and the piercing gaze he's known for comes back in full as if he didn't look like a man in love a few seconds ago.

unfazed with the attention, he continues walking alone, leaving a trail of winter in his wake now that his spring had left for chemistry. later they'll reunite and grace you and your fellow spectators another episode of their love in the open.

that's when you will realize.

you have always been on the outside of it— of any love, really— and you wonder how it looks like on the inside just to know how it feels to be at the receiving end of both of their love for each other.

and when you are finally your own sakura being held, being kissed, being loved by your own sasuke and vice versa—

that's when you know.

that's when we all know.

but for now, as you and i wait to be on the inside of love, we will look at them... and it's okay.

it's okay not knowing.

a/n: i was working on this drabble for quite a while when i was having a writers block and it turned out to be like this after i listened to my old playlist and heard nada surf's inside of love, so this was partly inspired by that song aaa idk if this is any good or what, i feel so rusty! anywhooo i deactivated my twitter and i'm not sure if i'll be back on tumblr or what but i just cant deal with all the stuff i see every day on social media. i had to go even though i miss seeing ss fanarts and stuff. i'll be back... maybe... but i'll still be writing and will be busy soon for an exciting project so watch out for that! so i hope i dont lose my shit too much hAHA BYE