Haha. It's been long since i've posted.

Well. Watching anime nowadays actually got me thinking:

"How does love feel like?"

I mean...ppl are always talking about it. The songs ALWAYS sing about it.

The movies are always about love.

The world is made of love.

But.

I don't know what love really is.

Sure...My friends have like...guy suitors and stuff...so I can probably watch on and try to understand. Still, I suddenly get this feeling that i'm still a little girl.

That I don't understand what in the name of heaven, is love.

So...when i write a story about love between two people, I realise i dunno what the heck I'm talking about.

What IS true love...?

My head hurts...thinking about it.

I can actually easily name a few people who have like...so many girlfriends or boyfriends that they think they know love well. Still, I look at them...and find that they're so pitiful.

It wasn't THAT obvious. But I could see that they were chasing after the wrong kind of love.

Man. I crapped so much that i didn't see the time. I better be going.
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Here's a short part of something i wrote that day:

A girl sat by the pond in her house. Her reflection was shimmering in the dim moonlight. Awkwardly, she tried to stand up but fell back onto the floor.

“Oh my…I must have sat in the same position for too long.” She grimaced. The feeling of numbness from her legs started to reside as she rubbed it softly with her soft pale fingers. Yet, something seems numb as well and it was definitely not the rest of her body. Holding one of her hand to her heart, she felt like she needed an answer.

In the shadows of the moonlight nearby, her cousin stood. He was quite good with the skill of blending in with the surroundings. This was the reason why his cousin did not spot him yet. He wanted to run over and help her up, as he would as always. Yet this time…something feels different. That feeling…of some kind of barrier between them, made him very much afraid of going any closer to her. She seemed so different. It was like for the first time, there was nothing to stop him from going any closer to her. There were neither any feelings of time, nor bloodlines. However, he could not bring himself to go over.

“Why…do I feel so weak? She’s my cousin. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” He shook his head, hoping to clear that terrible feeling which he kept having.

Stepping into the yard, he spoke as calmly as he could. “Hinata-sama. It’s time to go in.”

In shock, Hinata almost jumped up as she turned around to face him. “Ne…Neji-kun. O…Okay…I’ll be going soon.” Looking down awkwardly, she tried to stand up again. “Here. Let me help you.” He reached out and offered her his hand. Hinata’s eyes widened and she backed away, as if she was afraid. “It’s…okay. I can stand up by myself.” Confused, Neji nodded and started walking back to his room.

Hinata wished that she could tell him why she was acting this way. However she could not. It was because they were related. The dreams and fragments of someone’s memories which she saw much more recently had become very disturbing to her. If Neji knew about it…what would the consequences be? She shuddered at the mere thought of the look on his face, if he should know about all these. Quietly, Hinata slipped back into her room and lay down to sleep.

That night, she dreamt of another fragment of memory.