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My God she’s so pretty, gorgeous really. I mean she is a princess, even though she hates being called one. Every once in a while I pinch myself to make sure that this is real. That she’s really sitting next to me on a date.
It’s Valentine’s Day. A day that normally I wouldn’t even think twice about, or even care. But this year, I have one. I’m not even sure how this happened. I've kept my distance away from girls, as they’re all so troublesome really but somehow fate kept bringing us closer together until it was inevitable that I fell for her. How could I not? She’s the most alluring woman I’ve had the pleasure of meeting and being forced to spend time with.
We’re out for tea, getting a dessert after dinner. She turns to me and smiles, picks at my hair a bit, calls me pretty and slightly touches my face. How can she call me pretty when she’s a goddess next to me. Does she even know that?
I’m not even sure what I’m doing. I’m not sure how to do this. How do I handle being with someone? Someone who lives 3 days away from here, someone who’s 3 years older than me, someone who’s out of my league, someone I’m afraid of?
I’m terrified of her. The best wind user in the game. But it’s not her physical strength that I’m afraid of. It’s that she could ruin it all for me. She’s ruined any other woman for me, could ruin my aloof demeanor because I’m so helplessly in love with her and would do anything she asked. I see why they call people who fall in love fools. Because if she asked me to cause treason for her, I would. I would lose it it all for her. That’s so immensely insane of me to be obsessed like this but she’s got me. Hook, line and sinker.
Is it blasphemous that I want to ask her to marry me? Is it too soon? We’ve known each other long enough, most of our lives. Acquaintances have told me to date more, be with more women, learn more about myself by being with others. But I’ve known who I am for a while now and that growing up happened with her by my side. In the office or on the training fields. She was next to me through it all. I only know myself with a world where she’s in it. I only want her, to fall asleep next to, to kiss til my dying breath, she will be the first and last person to touch my lips.
We’re leaving the tea shop now, walking back to my place. Lately she’s been staying at my place when she’s in town instead of staying at the issued apartment that’s been granted to her. She has clothes at my place, her own toothbrush and a key and the ache that I feel when she leaves is uncomfortable, almost like my heart is going to stop from missing her or yearning for her. And when I do see her again, my heart stops again from the intensity of seeing her again. It’s probably not good for me, we probably should get married just to get my heart rate to stabilize.
“Shika, you have been so distracted all night” she pouts over at me.
“Sorry, just been thinking.” I sheepishly answer.
“Oh yea?” Her sly smile will be the death of me. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”
“You.” I can’t lie to her. “I’m thinking about you. How lucky I am to be with you like this. How I can’t believe how down bad I am for you. That this is my reality. That you’re mine and I’m yours. Temari, I’m yours always.” I breathe out.
She looks stunned but her eyes soften afterward. “My God, you are so obsessed with me.” She chuckles. “I love you too. Now pay attention to me because this is real, not a dream that I'm in front of you."
We walk back to my place hand in hand and take a bath together later that night. I’m planning on going to a jewelry store next week.