Hey TCC here, just wanted to let those of you reading know that this is a short one-shot originally posted on My Candy Love's forum, so it's short by FFN's standards. If you see something that looks like [i][/i], [colour=blue][/colour], don't hesitate to tell me.

Disclaimer: I don't own My Candy Love.

My own personal thesaurus—the one I carry around every second of the day—might just be my only salvation from this thrumming cacophony known as my heart. I have never, not once for a moment believed in love at first sight. It's still absolutely ludicrous now, but looking at this girl, I'm starting to fear that my convictions weren't convictions at all. The thesaurus in my head whips something up; it is no answer, but it's a hint, the lead on this fiery enigma.

Conviction: belief, opinion, creed, doctrine, dogma, principle...

It was certainly my belief, my opinion, that love simply requires development. Creed and dogma are a bit extreme, as no code of honor, no practice that encircled me throughout the growth of my life, binds me to that conviction. I was never indoctrinated in the principles of love, and I don't indoctrinate others similarly; therefore principle does not apply. And thus conviction is inappropriate, because it isn't my conviction if it can be swayed by a brush of the eyes.

A better word, I mused distractedly as she gracefully swept ever closer to where I stood, arms wrapped around her slim frame to ward away the December bite, is probably phase.

Phase: chapter, development, juncture, position, stage, time...

And I won't go into full detail on this because chapter and development fit sufficiently for different roles in my disclosure of an answer to the askance which isn't actually a question anybody would or can ask. In other words, I'm sharing an answer to a riddle, of sorts, that I happened to create myself. Just what is my view on love?

Was: the past-tense form of is, if you didn't know. I never thought I'd have to explain was.

What was my view on love? The answer:

At this chapter in my life I'd experienced a development. At the time I'd been accustomed to the fact that I had a conviction that love couldn't be "fiery passion" and wasn't true unless you knew what you were up against. Now I am aware that that belief was actually a phase I went through.

The thesaurus in my head is grinding its mechanical gears to scramble for a word to describe this girl, who has reached me with a nervous but friendly gaze. "Hi," she started, smiling, "I'm sorry to bother you. I'm new, and I've got some enrollment things to take care of. The principal informed me that you might be able to help, if you'd be willing. I'd really like to have it done as soon as possible, so I can get everything else organized."

I smiled warmly. "Of course."

Indescribable: there's just no definition for this serene beauty.

And you know what else is indescribable in their beauty? Reviewers.

REVIEW.