Just once, I wanted to be loved. To be beautiful to someone.
Because, really, I was none of those things. You always want
what you can't have, right?  I learned from a young age that
caring was a weakness, that love did not exsist and I had to
stand alone. Alone was all there was and I sure as hell would
never have anything else. So I taught myself to be strong,
independant, hateful and worse yet, alone.  Seifer Almasy. Those
two words manage to invoke alot of thoughts. Hatred, violence,
irritating, intense. But he was my friend. The one person who
stayed with me and I with him. He saw past all my walls and
taught me how to be a friend. How to be real.  I was so young
then. So naive to all the things I'd taught myself were fake or
for the weak. I thought I was in love. Thinking gets you in
trouble.  Sun couldn't have been brighter then Seifer was to me.
He was the center of my world. My only world. Maybe that's were
I went wrong. I didn't have anyone else. Or maybe it was Rinoa.
Afterall, what am I compared t