Kagome

KA-GO-ME

That was the way in which I came to know your name. You were furious, with your cheeks blushed by the effort it took you to run to me, escaping from a danger threatening you. I never asked you why you chose fleeing to my side would grant you safety. I never knew how you woke me up either. Maybe both questions will find an answer in what you and I mean together.

KA-GO-ME

It still reverberates with strength in my ears how you shouted how you were called and the way your chestnut eyes focused on mine without a shred of fear of what I was, maybe, it was simply your ignorance about this world; maybe, it was your innate courage.

I remember how those syllables said by you kept resounding inside my mind for days. Every time I looked at you, I'd hear them, every time I compared your appearance, your name would surge with an overwhelming strength. You kept filling those syllables composing your name through the coming events. Kagome; when despite being in danger you sought to help those bandits who were at the mercy of that crow demon, the same as you. Kagome; when driven by some foolishness you threw yourself in the river to rescue a child. Back then I still didn't look at you as I did after, much less like I do now while you rest between my arms on the entrance to our home. It was hard to accept that when I woke up I didn't feel good, I was far from such emotion. The more I think about it, them more conscious I become that it was your innocence and naivety of back then what made me better, you believed in me because you couldn't see the world in any other way.

Now that the afternoon is slowly dying on the horizon, in one of those last summer suns, you speak to me, and telling me about your day. I listen to you, and your voice comes calm in the way things get close to one's soul. You intertwine a finger through my Kotodama no Nenju in a gesture already ours, and that I treasure like every single one you have for me.

"Kagome." Your name slips and rises, the same as your gaze, with the warmth of that which becomes one's own and resounds inside.

I cup your head with a hand, entangling my fingers with the strands of your hair, and I kiss you softly. There is no hurry this summer afternoon. Soon, three moons will have passed since you brought with you the incarnation of the feelings this kiss holds. A creature that will have everything marvelous that composes you, and everything that you uncovered in me.

"I love you." I think, and like many other times the phrase sticks to my throat, too little and too incapable, because it wouldn't be able to tell you everything it means to tell.

KA-GO-ME

I still remember the tone of your voice; it still sounds clear in my mind. I presume that day it resounded in my chest like an augury of the way it'd resound the rest of my life. So many things happen a first time without us being able to see how far they'll reach.

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I hope you enjoyed reading about this moment, as much as I did while writing it.

Inspired by "I love you", from Len Barboza.

Kisses,

Anyara.

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart