I am an illusion. Oh, how much they don't know of me. I play the part of an innocent, always submerged in my books. Yet within me is a woman. A woman who knows the joys of friendship, the wings of love, and the pains of having that love unreturned. If only she knew... if only she could understand the feelings she has inspired in my soul.
I know that I haven't turned the page for at least five minutes, but my thoughts keep distracting me. They haven't noticed, anyway. They are all to busy playing their game. A game I wish I could play, and enjoy with them. However, it hurts too much to be so near her yet not be able to touch her. To smell her or to hold her... or perhaps for her to hold me? In those arms, tanned now by the sun.
I keep finding that peering at her over the rims of my glasses will never be enough. I must find a way to tell her. I need her to understand. But then again, she has Mamoru. And I am just the studious friend. Oh, how cruel life is.
There she is, her body glistening in the sun. Playing volleyball with the rest, those long blond pigtails swaying each time she moves. So graceful... so beautiful. She truely is a princess.
How can a man such as Mamoru appreciate such beauty? I am a woman, I can appreciate such things. Her blue eyes that remind me so much of the ocean. The hair she keeps up in those odango is like the rays of sun that are beating down on me as I think of this. Her laughter is like the songs of fairies.
I must focus on something else, but everything I see reminds me of her. I look to the ocean and can see us playing in it, splashing each other, until our arms get tired and we finally come back to shore hand in hand. I look at the sand and imagine us laying side by side on a beach towel, the stars burning bright above us. A fire burns and she holds me in her arms, whispering sweet things into my ear.
How my mind runs wild with the many things we could do together. But as I watch her... hugging Mamoru each time her side scores. Kissing him for no other reason that she loves him. And always holding that look in her eyes, that look that is only reserved for one's soul mate. A look I wish was directed my way...

"Ami-chan! Put down that book and come play!" she calls.

Oh, her voice! That sweet sweet voice of singing angels.

She taps my head. "Ami-chan, you ok?"

I try not to stare at her beautiful face, so I close my eyes and nod. I cannot say anything, for I all I want to do is tell her how much I love her.

She snags my book from my hands and giggles. "Come play with us!"

I have no choice. I rise and she pulls me by my hand to the game. Her soft skin against mine...

Oh, Usagi, how I so love you.