We sat at our usual spot at the lunch area. Your friends were playing a game while you sat beside me, watching. I, tired, laid my head on my arms, my back slouching.
You sat with your back leaning against the table, spine perfectly straight. How did you bare it so easily, being forced to wear that--- thing? That piece of plastic you wear around your abdomen and tighten in the back like a corset. You complained that it hurt and that it made your hips look wider.
Dear girl, you still looked beautiful. I hated yet adored your low self confidence. The way you grinned and looked away, blushing slightly, everytime I told you the truth of how beautiful you really are endeared me so.
I wish I could've somehow helped you get rid of your troubling spine disorientation but I can't, unfortunately.
All I want is to keep you happy. The way you watched your friends seemed yearning and envious. They could do things you couldn't. They left you to play games while you watched from afar.
I stayed by you, but a heavy silence always fell between us. Did the silence make you happy? Sometimes, we'd chat about things. Did that make you happy? I never know. I just did what I did blindly. You really are pretty unreadable, always calm and relaxed. You rarely snapped, except maybe during the females' special process...
You told me about your dreams that day. Foolish, you called them. I found them adorable.
You wished to one day visit Hokkaido, a place I always thought was a city until some research showed me that it was an island.
You wished to visit Vennice, a beautiful city with canals as streets.
You wished to see a cherry blossom tree in real life. You only saw them in anime, you told me.
You found the last wish most foolish, wanting to see a tree. I thought gazing at a tree, beautiful like you, completely unfoolish. A dream is a dream. They are meant to be fulfilled.
Maybe I can't help rid of you scoliosis to make you happy, but perhaps I can make you happy one day by helping fulfill your dreams?
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