Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow
And when it’s time, you’ll know
You just gotta ignite the light
And let it shine
Just own the night
Like the Fourth of July
Cause baby you’re a firework
Come on show ‘em what your worth
-= FIREWORK by Katy Perry =-
It’s sad when two people see the same star,
& yet wish two different things…
SHE wishes for HIM…
–HE wishes for SOMEONE ELSE…
I had a dream and you were there. Even at this moment, I can recall the feeling when I’m on that dream and I had to see you again. Makes my heart beat faster. It makes me lose my supply of air. But I am very happy. So much that I’m afraid you’ll see how happy I am, it will be too obvious. Too obvious that you’ll know that I still remember you, that I miss you.
That dream stirs again the emotion I have for you. You approached me there and ask for my help. I did not hesitate and you were right by my side so very close. I wonder why you’re so close to me but you stir it again.
I came back for the veiled reason just to see you again. But right now I am confused. In that dream I really want to see you again and I even faked that I just came along but I do not want to look you in the eye. I am afraid that if you see me staring at you, you’ll know the reason why I’m there. You’ll know that I want to see you. That I love you…
After I wake up, the only thing I felt is that I miss you…
Even until now…
“When my world is falling apart,
when there is no light to break up the dark
That’s when I (I, I) look at you
When the waves are flooding the shore and I
can’t find my way home anymore
That’s when I (I, I) look at you”…
-= WHEN I LOOK AT YOU by Miley Cyrus =-
10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called “best friend”. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn’t want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends,I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick” she said; he’s not going to go well, I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as “best friends”. So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn’t think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said “I had the best time, thanks!” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, “you’re my best friend, thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say “I do” and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said “you came!”. She said “thanks” and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my “best friend”. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn’t notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too…` I thought to my self, and I cried.
Jiraiya was one of the legendary Sannin, along with Tsunade and Orochimaru, who was trained by the Third Hokage. He was a self-proclaimed super-pervert, and wrote a popular adult fiction book series, called Icha Icha — a favorite of Kakashi Hatake. He was also known as the Toad Sage (Gama Sennin), because of his signature toad summonings and his status as a sage. Jiraiya had the kanji character for ‘Oil’ (Abura) on his customized forehead protector, the symbol of Myōbokuzan.
One of my favorite character in Naruto since he taught and trained Naruto many things. I was very sad when he died during his battle with Nagato. As Jiraiya died, he compared himself to the “Frog at the bottom of the well… Drifts off into the Great Ocean”, calling it a more honorable death and realizing that he needed a title for his next book. Finding the “Tale of Naruto Uzumaki” perfect, Jiraiya died with a smile while sinking into the watery depths of the battlefield.
Heartache of Being Just Friend
If he seems to be so far away, reach for him…
but there may be someone already close at hand.
If he’s too close, hold him tight, because the sudden wind…
might take him away and not bring him back
If he offers his shoulder so you could lean on, don’t be so trustful,
because someone might already be leaning on it.
If he writes to you, answer his letter…
but keep your emotions back; your sudden outburst might make him laugh.
If you see him smile, don’t stare too hard…
because that smile might belong to someone at your back.
I f he needs you, help him…
but don’t be surprised if it’s not for himself.
If he holds your hand, don’t squeeze too tight…
because he might be thinking of someone at the moment.
If he puts his hand on your shoulder, prevent your ear from hearing his heartbeat,
because it might be shouting somebody’s name you don’t want to hear.
If he cries, offer him your handkerchief, but never hold it close to your heart
the tears might form a name you don’t want to recognize.
If he showed you his heart, don’t look…
a quarter of it might belong to you, but three-quarts of it is already hers
Note: Don’t expect a bigger part; he might say the words you don’t want to hear.
-Spectrum
”Wherever someone thinks of you, that’s where home is.”
-Jiraiya
It’s 3 in the morning; she woke up and couldn’t sleep again. That is the moment when her thoughts form more than what she can speak. And before she knew it, she was already holding a pen and a blank paper. So, there she goes with all her thoughts she’s been saving. She can’t get him out of her head. As if every neurons of her brain was poisoned by his name. If there’s a cure to that, just like painkillers to aches, she would definitely have bought one.
She always wonders if he’s feeling the way like she does. But she just closes her eyes for the proof. Being around him was like a torture at the same time. It was so much worse now that she knew her. Every glimpse of him has no trace of her. Is she an attention deficient type? Definitely she’s not. But she’s in high spirits every time he glances at her. If she could make that in a pill form, she could become drug lord and make a billion. What she was feeling from that moment went beyond language. His eyes were breathtaking and strange. She always ordered herself to stop staring, dragging her gaze away from him. She took one last look at him, at the breath-stealing wonder of him, and forced herself to turn away. She tried to focus on the conversation going on around her. Was there a more horrible, painful, heart squishing phrase than just friends? She didn’t think so.
Just like a line that gets closer and closer to a graph but never touches or crosses it, she can never be with him. She planned her counter attacks but none of those helped her ‘coz just when she thought she could win, the hands of time punished her.
She is now waiting for her UFO which can bring her to the world where she originally belongs. Still she has no guts to say goodbye because she felt like she’d slipped into an alternate universe if she does. Felt like her blood would turn carbonated, popping and fizzing in her veins. The truth is… it hurts and she couldn’t make him see it.
She didn’t know exactly when it had happened but somehow, somewhere she had fallen in love with him. She knew that one way love is very painful but it also gives her the privilege to stop and wake up whenever she wants to.
He could be happy… She hopes he does…
The two starring roles were portrayed by Erena Mizusawa as Mika and Koji Seto as Hiro.
As usual, I got a headache watching this Japanese drama for all the crying I did. I’ve watched the 5 episodes in the office with no audio since my pc got sound driver error. It caused heavy flood of tears. It was very sad; although I’ve watched the movie version first but nothing has changed it really moved and touched me. I remember that I promise to myself that I will stop watching Asian dramas for the meantime ‘coz it makes me cry whenever I got to but here I am, I just finished this drama and I cry my heart out. I truly love the story although it’s a sad ending again.
I also love the sky. It represents feelings.
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