Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold. Just this fic.

Here in this Pink Notebook

It's been so long since we first met.

I remember, it was raining that day and you're all by yourself.

Walking in a busy street, all muddy and soaking wet

So I shared to you my umbrella.

I told you that I like your bow cause it's pink like your pants.

From then on, I really wanted to be your friend and be close to you.

You're such a sweet girl, but all of a sudden, you've changed.

Maybe being bullied every time by Harold when we were in pre-school drove it.

You became the meanest bully in our grade, even Harold doesn't want to mess up with you.

You have such tough reputation.

You're always scowling and yelling and bossing other kids around, but your favorite target is me.

Calling me names like football head, spitting spit walds at my back every time we have classes.

I don't understand you. Why you have to act that way?

Why you have to be so mean to me?

Honestly, you're really making me annoyed sometimes.

Later, I figured that it must be because of your family.

You've always been ignored and not cared about so you felt alone.

And you poured all your fury to us.

It was then that I realized how wrong I really was.

I never thought that it was all because of me.

You're like that because you're hiding from me.

Yeah, I see you everyday but I've never seen the real you.

Even your true smile, that sweet smile, I could barely see from your lips.

Everytime I turn to your gaze, you're feature will suddenly change… from a lovable look to a scowl.

You have no idea how much I love that look.

I always believe that behind all this scowling and bad-ass girl image you are showing… is a sweet and caring young girl.

There's more in you than what meets the eye.

In this matter, I know I'm not wrong cause I can feel it.

Everytime I spotted that look from you, I can feel something… something special.

You may not believe it, but I've given you that same look too.

Yes, I did! Because like what I've said, I feel something for you.

The same feeling you have for me.

And now I understand the reason behind everything.

You're hiding, afraid to show your true feeling.

Afraid to get hurt.

Because you love me.

And you don't want me to know because you thought I don't feel the same.

But I know it now.

It was all written here in this pink notebook.

With all your love poems for me.

I remember, I've seen this pink little thing before and even made an investigation to figure out who own it.

I was so blind, wishing that it was Ruth's.

I even laughed upon thinking that it was yours.

How silly of me not to see it early.

Now it is me who's hurt.

Hurt that I wasn't able to hear that three words from you.

Hurt that I never had the chance to tell you that I love you too.

Because it's all too late now.

Today, in your funeral, I'm standing in front of your lifeless form.

They gave me this pink notebook of yours.

I was stunned, couldn't believe the words you wrote down.

It's all about me, telling how much you adore and love me.

And now, all I feel is regret, pain and sorrow because I lose you.

If only I've told you sooner, if only I had the guts, if only I opened my eyes and my heart.

Maybe I wouldn't feel like this, grieving and feeling so empty inside.

There's no way this love would be cherished anymore.

Was it faith that brought you to me and now leaves me behind?

Yes it was faith. But I shouldn't blame it.

I should blame myself because I was so dense at times and that scares you away.

I am sorry, please forgive me.

Now that you're gone, all I can do is to wait for another day that you and I will meet again and for this love to finally blossom.

I'm sure it will come, please wait for me.

So how was it?