I have no faith in myself.
I cannot believe that this is true.
I live in a dream,
and you are that dream.
I wish for someone to share these feelings and the dream responds.
How could you like someone like me?
How is it possible?
I'm not cute,
Not even pretty.
My personality is gloomy and shy,
I am the moon,
while you are the sun.
Such a bright and cheerful existence,
but the sun and moon can never see each other.
as the saying goes,
their as different as night and day.
How could you ever like someone like me?
It shouldn't be possible.
God forgot to create my special someone.
I am alone.
That's all I've ever been.
And then you came around.
All smiles and jokes,
a laugh that resounds throughout the room,
a melody on repeat.
Such a wonderful person should not be contrasted by one as gloomy as me.
I don't want to be a burden to you.
All these pieces of thoughts,
could only be called:
My Insecurities.

I wish you could understand how often I have these thoughts,
these wants of mine,
that I slowly tolerate and repress.
The joy of wanting to surprise you with a sudden hug,
or to lay my head against your shoulder.
But I am a mouse,
too afraid to come out from my hole,
too worried about how my heart will burst from my chest.
yet these thoughts remain.
Nagging at me,
wishing I could bring up my courage enough to.

A blur.
That's the best name for a day like today.
Where it impedes on your vision,
as it does memory.
Where little is accomplished,
and yet so much needs to be done.
Where dizziness settles in,
and all you're doing is just existing.
Days like this are perfect for napping ...
until you can't anymore and are laying there ...
silently existing again,
With nothing but your thoughts to accompany you.
Your screaming thoughts that refuse to go away.
Not the sweet love driven ones,
capable of fixing any mountain of gloom,
but that created from worry and anxiety,
where everything seems muffled,
in a dark hue.
Where every worry and insecurity,
that usually creep in the corners of the mind,
come forth to haunt you.
If anything at all,
today was a blur.

I saw something new,
flickering within you.
I felt something new,
Slowly burning within me.
That time he called me sweet-cheeks,
and you got so defensive,
to the point of holding me protectively.
Your embarrassingly cute questions,
over whether or not flirting with party members,
is something D & D could allow.
Just sitting beside you,
drives my mind wild,
and our conversations speed my heart rate.
The time we shared during our first slow dance,
The dance recital you ventured to with me,
all these little glimmers of happiness,
I'll keep tucked away.
In a special box overflowing with joy.

So near yet so far,
All I can see is you,
There's no one here,
and all I can do,
is think about you.
I need to concentrate,
to get my work done.
But all I can do,
Is listen to you,
the clicking of your keyboard,
as you diligently work,
the soft sounds of your breathing,
being here,
well and alive.
You think I'd be able to do my work,
to continue my studies,
but my mind keeps wandering to you,
From across the small room.
These words I'd hardly be ale to say,
how much you fog my mind,
how little I'm able to concentrate,
being so close to you.
And yet I enjoy your company,
despite my silence,
and at times awkward talking.
I'm so shy,
and never know what to do or say,
but being with you,
That's all I need.

All Hanshin Kyojin,
That's what we are.
I never imagined I'd one day have my very own Otani.
But somehow it seems so fitting,
That my favorite manga,
Could become my reality.
And like Risa told Otani,
I'll now tell you,
Whenever I see you,
"You make me fall in love all over again."

The moonlight glints through the windows,
The light playing in your hair.
How I wish the clock would slow,
And this time continue forever.
I know that he will come,
And our time alone will hault.
But for now,
For this magical moment,
Let me learn more about you,
Flood myself with knowledge of you,
What makes you smile,
Which memories are bitter sweet.
Times where that laugh played through the air,
A melody so soft and sweet.
Or when you shed those glistening tears,
When something touched your heart.
Flood me with knowledge of all these little details.
But don't let the clock race on.
For he will come,
And our time will hault,
Just slow the ever ticking clock,
Let these memories last a little longer.