I don't own anything.

I never saw her differently. In my eyes, she was always the same bubbly little girl that always tried to hide behind a "cool and spicy" façade. Only, I knew better. I saw right through her mask and eventually, I was able to see her, her real self. And she was beautiful. She is beautiful. In my eyes, no matter how much she's changed emotionally or physically… she will always be the same as she was so many years ago.

Even if her eyes have seen new things, her eyelashes longer and prettier, I will always see those large, bright, innocent yellow orbs.

Even if her chest has grown bigger and her body more curvy, I will always joke that she's flat chested and has no figure.

Even if she grows taller and her style changes, I will always call her short and comment on her Lolita style.

Because no matter what… I will always love her for her. I won't love her any more or any less just because her physical appearance has changed. In my eyes, she will always be my little strawberry.

"Ikuto?" her soft voice whispered.

I looked down at the face I loved so much. God, I still felt my heart flutter as I saw her beautiful face first thing in the morning.

"Yes, love?" I smiled.

"I love you." Her vibrant, yet still slightly tired, eyes shone with nothing but the truth.

My smile widened, "I love you too, my little strawberry."

Because in my eyes… I have always loved that 11 year old elementary school girl just the way she was.

Short, Sweet, Simple.