You can't make me happy. You have to focus on making somebody else happy. And I need to realize that.
You, your essence, your being. It is still as vivid as ever. Perhaps, even more clear than it was before. Now I can truly see you as who you are. No emotions to cloud my reason, no reason to cloud my emotions. I can stare you in the face, defiant, arrogant, confident. I won't shy away because of some doubt and uncertainty.
I thank you for making me strong.
She's crazy about you. That head-strong, competitive girl whom you are attracted to. Maybe more than you realize. No matter how composed she may try to act, she is still a girl. She still squeals and blushes thinking about you. She still wants to be near you, and yet not have you know that she does. She is going to overreact about silly, inconsequential things, the way girls in-love do. But it's okay. Love makes us do stupid things. But it is we who do them.
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