Read Blind to the unasked :: Part2 - 0

Would it be painful to be me?

Or will I wear black again because I couldn’t, and didn’t, manage to keep up with someone’s feelings?

Would it hurt you to know that I fear surrounding myself with emotions that aren’t mine?

If so… let me tell you… the closer you get, the further I’ll go… because I fear love… not for any reason, just because I fear the things I’ve never experienced, the things that are hard for me to handle, whatever they may be.

So, let me tell you… I’ll be sorry if I hurt you because of who I am, and I’ll be sad because you couldn’t make me taste the sweetness of love with you. And maybe this time, I won’t be myself again… because one day, I admired your eyes, and wished they could be mine… even though I never got to taste your love.

Let me tell you, I’m fully ready to love you—just let me do that, let me love you for a day.

Your eyes are still all I see when I look at you. Maybe one day, I’ll also fall in love with those features of yours that I’m starting to remember more and more each day… because I want to love you. Because one day, we talked together, and maybe we shared a memory, even though we didn’t meet often back then.

I want to tell you, let’s meet more often, so I can grow more fond of you.

Then, and only then, I’ll love you, even if I’m afraid to do so. Let me love you, Nadir.

Will you fight for something to make it yours, even when you know that the one you desire wants you to fight to win them, yet they don’t act because they already know they won long ago?

Will you fight to realize what you once wanted and remove the dark stain upon it?

Will you fight?

Will you fight yourself for it? Because right now, it's yourself standing between you and the thing you want.

It is often said that what you want always slips away, while what you don’t want clings to you.

It is also said, to love those who love you and leave those you love, for they only bring pain.

And they say those who haven’t tasted the pain of love have never truly loved.

So, will you pick the flower for it to be yours even if it wilts?

Or will you buy the land to water the flower and make it yours?

Or do you simply enjoy watching from afar?

Let’s start anew, and let’s love each other again.

No matter what your personality is, I will embrace it, because once upon a time, I glimpsed you with eyes like bullets piercing your chest. Every time I remember that, I want to hug you tightly and apologize for my actions. So, let me love you, or perhaps, let me make you taste my love, Hana.