What do I think of you now? Almost like a little fire blazing stubbornly in my chest, a hint of warmth like heat to the touch.
A gentleness that speaks to the hurting without a threat and a stubborn determination to fight for what's right.
You are incredible, Yona, unlike anyone I've ever known, young and full of energy, passionate in a compassionate way, a way that puts the other first.
You are fearful and push on through. Brave. Beautiful.
You see me as a friend, a trusted companion, a person. You would never shackle me, always respecting my freedom. Too bad, I accidentally shackled myself to you.
You take my breath away, with a word, an action, the fire in your eyes, your hidden strength. I'm in awe of you.
I love you.
You're like a little drum beating away in my heart or perhaps you're the one holding the drumsticks.
I can't say. I won't say.
And even the heavy downpour in Sensui can't wash away my feelings for you or my own thoughts.
I love you, Yona.
But even so, I won't say the words. I refuse to.
They'd only trouble you, worry your mind, fill up your thoughts, and clutter them.
All I can do is wrap you in an overcoat and pull you close to keep you warm and fight against the cold and rain for you, like your personal shield from the elements.