I know this will not remain forever. But every time I look into your eyes, hold your hands and listen to your voice; I can't but feel the way I feel inside my heart. I may mean nothing to you, but you mean the world to me. You're my treasure.

I'll give my life to you; my death will be the proof of my devotion. My heart has been caught once and it refuses to be the victim of another. You can see these chains that are hanging heavily by my wrists. You already threw the key at my face, I refuse to twist the lock and run away.

I have been marred and destroyed by those who plan my demise.

Yet here I am, still standing strong and holding on to a future that might not be real.

I don't have to stay here, you tell me that- but in a more crude fashion with words like 'fuck' somewhere dripping along the lines.

I don't have to go around in a daze, wondering what on earth makes you happy. I can go and pursue other forms of happiness- apart from a singing and strawberry pocky, of course. But, you do realize it's hard when you're smitten, right?

So, I'll my best with what I have right now.

I don't really need and want to search long and hard. My heart would just be depressed and in turn I'll end up crying and denying myself this one thing that I desire. I'll make ado with these broken wings of mine; can you see the bruises and splinters? Even with the pain I have to carry, they can cross the ocean still, and I can go up higher and higher in the winds.

I know our future might not be real, how many times have I said that?

But it's hard letting go something you love the most. Especially, you, I love you very much.

You know what would mean the whole world to me? The words, "I love you, too, Yuki", flowing out of my mouth. Yes, with the 'too' at the end of the statement.

I want you to say it first this time, so that I will be the one who reply. Don't you think that would be nice? I'm always the one who has to come up to you and say those words, while you would reply with a grunt or some sort of noise just to say you have acknowledge my being there.

But I won't force you to say those words.

I know you're not ready.

After all, I'm just waiting outside your study's door.