OnikisuWasuremono

I remember the first time I met you through a friend and immediately found you quirky. I remember when I started to enjoy your company. I remember my first recognition that you were artistic. I remember growing fond of you. I also remember trying to convince myself not to fall in love again. I remember trying to find a flaw so I could keep my heart hidden. I remember the feeling of my heart begging to be seen. I remember the way my head buzzed when I started to shyly flirt with you to test the water. I remember how my heart jumped when I learned you were sincerely flirting back. I remember how I waited excitedly to have you pop up.

 This would mark the only other time Art had ever been knocked unconscious by someone else in his entire life. Strange enough that he would begin to relive an old memory, of course it had to be about the only other time he was knocked unconscious. It was with his had when he was being taught a simple concussive force spell. His father was so sincere and patient. Art should have known better though, his dad was a major prankster. "Alright Art," began his father, "because of the spells low accuracy based on being a spread shot spell. You need to catch the opponent quickly, or even better off guard." Art had already spent the better half of

I remember the first time I met you through a friend and immediately found you quirky. I remember when I started to enjoy your company. I remember my first recognition that you were artistic. I remember growing fond of you. I also remember trying to convince myself not to fall in love again. I remember trying to find a flaw so I could keep my heart hidden. I remember the feeling of my heart begging to be seen. I remember the way my head buzzed when I started to shyly flirt with you to test the water. I remember how my heart jumped when I learned you were sincerely flirting back. I remember how I waited excitedly to have you pop up.