A/N: Wow! It feels great to be writing again! If this story isn't all that great, it's likely due to the fact that I've been having some serious problems lately. Serious enough that I was put in a hospital last month. I'm out now, but still struggling. I'm not going to go into detail about what was wrong with me, but I'm doing better. Anyway, I was losing all interest in writing but something suddenly sparked in me today and I felt a need to write, so I did and this is what came out. So enjoy, and please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or any of its characters, they belong to Natsume and not me.
Everyday I watch you. Watch as you leave the Blacksmith's shop and head for the library. Watch as you come back. Watch as you go about your daily life in the town. Every single day. And yet, you don't even know.
I watch you in the library. Hell, you're the only reason I go to the library. I'll sit at a table and pretend to be absorbed in my book, when really, it's you I'm absorbed in.
I don't mean to sound like a stalker, it's not like I watch you all the time. Just the majority of it. But so what? It's not like you'll ever know. Just like you'll never know my feelings towards you, because I won't tell you.
I won't tell you so that every time I look into your blue eyes I'll see a look of disgust in them. I couldn't bear that. I'd rather have you not know my feelings and have you as just a friend rather than having you know and avoid me for the rest of our lives.
After all, it's not like it's normal, and I refuse to be outcaste by others once again. That's why I came here to run my Grandfather's farm. To get away from the harshness and the scornfulness of others, and start a new life. I never planned for anyone back home to find out, but by mistake, they did, and after that my family, my friends, they wouldn't even look at me, they were so ashamed.
I won't let that happen again. And that's why you'll never know. I highly doubt that you'd share my feelings anyway. You've got Mary, and are probably planning on proposing to her any day now.
It's funny, despite all the pain it causes me when I think of you and Mary together, I can't seem to feel any resentment or hatred towards her. After all, it's not her fault. It's mine. Mine, for deciding to fall head over heels for you.
So that's why I watch. Many a time I've been so tempted to go over to you and strike up a conversation, but I'm worried that if I do I won't be able to restrain from telling you how I feel.
I just don't know what to do anymore! These feelings are becoming unbearable and there's nothing I can do to get rid of them!
Well, there is one thing. I've thought long and hard about it, but in the end I decided that suicide is not the answer to my problems. Suicide displays nothing but weakness, and I for one, am not weak.
And so I watch. Watch you during the day, and dream of you at night. I'm obsessed with you, and it's not healthy for me, but I can't bring myself to care.
I really do want to let you know how I feel, believe me I do, but I can't. And so I watch. Watch and wish you were mine, because as wrong as it is, I love you.
I love you Grey, and you'll never know. I won't ever let you know.
And so I watch.
A/N: So, how was it? Like I said, I haven't been writing lately so if it's not that great…anyway, I'd really like to know what you think, so if you could take the time to review it that'd be great! Thanks ya'll!