23.Love

They say I'm a rebel for falling in love with a girl. But what could I do? I love everything about her.

It's the way she looks at me, her smile, her hair, the way she walks. I can't get anything done because I'm always thinking about her.

"What's your problem?" would everyone say every time I'm caught daydreaming.

She's my problem. Not yours, not anyone's. Mine.

And I'm proud of it, proud of her. I'm proud of what we are and what we have.

Because nothing was easy for us.

Because anything would have been possible if it wasn't because of her.

"Don't you ever change, Fany-yah~" I whisper as I watch her sleep peacefully.

Her breathing is soft, as her expression. She looks beautiful in every state.

"Will you be with me forever?" I ask her, even if I know she won't answer, "how can I love you this much?"

She turns to the side and subconsciously wraps her arms around me. I kiss her nose.

"I love you," I whisper again.

And a smile appears on my lips as she answers me on her dreams,

"I love you too, Yuri-yah.."