“Do you love me?”
Sasuke, remember me? Haruno Sakura?
It was always like this…
I could see you, but somehow I could never quite reach you.
When you left Konoha, it still felt the same as it always did; I was on the other side of some strange transparent wall that stopped me from being near you. You walked away, Sasuke, even though I tried to stop you.
One of the things I used to like about you was how detached you were, how alone you seemed to be. I used to think that I would be your missing half, the person to make you whole again. As we became Team 7, as we grew together; I began to hate it. I started to loath it with great intensity…because you never noticed me enough. It was never enough to be in the same team as you; since Naruto was there too. It could never be enough for you to brush past me; as it didn’t mean anything to you.
I loved you. Or at least, I thought I loved you. I would have given anything to have you kiss me, touch me.
“I love you.”
I was twelve then, Sasuke, could you blame me?
There was nothing that could ever happen between us. We were like to jigsaw pieces that didn’t fit, no matter how many times you pushed them together. I tried, Sasuke, I tried so hard. I tried to make us fit, but it didn’t work.
Every day, I looked through that transparent wall, and watched you, and even though I yelled and screamed inside, you never noticed me enough.
…because you were always on the other side.
You might be wondering why it was written like this. It's like this, so whichever way you look at it --separately or together-- it still fits. Thank you for reading.