InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Falling to Pieces ❯ Passion ( Chapter 6 )
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By: breesasha 
Life's natural transition from the honeymoon stage has Kagome upset
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.20.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 723 | Visits: 311 | Status: Completed
Life's natural transition from the honeymoon stage has Kagome upset
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.20.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 723 | Visits: 311 | Status: Completed
Passion, it’s the only thing that keeps a relationship alive, keeps a conversation going, and keeps us
moving as a person. When the passion is initiated, nothing can stop it. It tumbles around as love and
lust, and it shows itself evidently. Love, Lust, Passion, Desire, they’re all almost one in the same. We
equally show our emotions like we show our personality. It’s hard to hide the flame that’s within us.
But now, when our relationship has hit such an all time low…I wonder if it can get back to that oh so
romantic, oh so loving scenario…
I miss the days when you kissed me passionately, when I was your love, your babe, the love of your
life, and the world didn’t matter to us as long as we had each other. But now, having each other is not
enough. Love is not enough. It makes me question if what we share was love at all but just that overall
desperation and longing to have someone in our lives who we could call our own…sometimes, I
wonder if we have anything at all. Maybe it’s just a strong friendship, maybe it’s just us clinging to the
only person we see as hope…maybe it’s a mixture of all of the above but I know it’s something. It’s
something real, that I can feel, it surrounds me constantly but I don’t know what it is.
Sometimes when I call you, I just like hearing your voice. With all the passion, the intensity, the rising
and lowering of your volume, the devotion to your hobby, etc. To hear you lacking any of that is very
heartbreaking and hurtful. I miss the old you, the you that I once knew. The you I fell in love with.
Maybe it’s just a sick addiction, maybe I just am crazy, but whatever it is I missed it. It was nice seeing
you laugh; really laugh for the first time in awhile.
I love the weird laugh in your voice, I love hearing you howl out for me to stop tickling you. I love when
we do something awkward and we burst into giggles so loud and so long, one would think something
was wrong with us. I miss that, the happy moments. Where we’d go to the park and swing for hours.
Where we’d lie in each other’s arms and just look at the sky. Where’d we stay so still that we’d
practically fall asleep, just lying in each other arms until it was almost time for me to go home. I want
you Hun; I want you more than you’ll ever know. But sometimes I worry it’s not the same way you
want me. I know you’re a guy and you have those type of needs but sometimes I worry that those
needs aren’t enough…I won’t go all the way and I know you’re not the one to go without something
for long. I don’t want you turning to another for satisfaction, nor do I want you to cheat on me, but
sometimes I worry we’re not enough for each other.
Sometimes I worry that if our love for each other ever faded away, then we’d move into our own
separate worlds, never looking back. You swear never to leave me but I’m pretty sure everyone says
that. You’d never leave even if your life depended on it and sometimes I wonder why. What keeps
you here with me, what motivates you to do the things you do. I’ll stop if you stop type mentality I
guess. You won’t leave the one you love, but what if what we feel ISNT love, what if it’s something
else. I am one that preys on the unknown and the possibilities, although I know you only deal in
reality. What is reality…
But I digress, it’s ridiculous how boring life has become, how boring life is right now.
moving as a person. When the passion is initiated, nothing can stop it. It tumbles around as love and
lust, and it shows itself evidently. Love, Lust, Passion, Desire, they’re all almost one in the same. We
equally show our emotions like we show our personality. It’s hard to hide the flame that’s within us.
But now, when our relationship has hit such an all time low…I wonder if it can get back to that oh so
romantic, oh so loving scenario…
I miss the days when you kissed me passionately, when I was your love, your babe, the love of your
life, and the world didn’t matter to us as long as we had each other. But now, having each other is not
enough. Love is not enough. It makes me question if what we share was love at all but just that overall
desperation and longing to have someone in our lives who we could call our own…sometimes, I
wonder if we have anything at all. Maybe it’s just a strong friendship, maybe it’s just us clinging to the
only person we see as hope…maybe it’s a mixture of all of the above but I know it’s something. It’s
something real, that I can feel, it surrounds me constantly but I don’t know what it is.
Sometimes when I call you, I just like hearing your voice. With all the passion, the intensity, the rising
and lowering of your volume, the devotion to your hobby, etc. To hear you lacking any of that is very
heartbreaking and hurtful. I miss the old you, the you that I once knew. The you I fell in love with.
Maybe it’s just a sick addiction, maybe I just am crazy, but whatever it is I missed it. It was nice seeing
you laugh; really laugh for the first time in awhile.
I love the weird laugh in your voice, I love hearing you howl out for me to stop tickling you. I love when
we do something awkward and we burst into giggles so loud and so long, one would think something
was wrong with us. I miss that, the happy moments. Where we’d go to the park and swing for hours.
Where we’d lie in each other’s arms and just look at the sky. Where’d we stay so still that we’d
practically fall asleep, just lying in each other arms until it was almost time for me to go home. I want
you Hun; I want you more than you’ll ever know. But sometimes I worry it’s not the same way you
want me. I know you’re a guy and you have those type of needs but sometimes I worry that those
needs aren’t enough…I won’t go all the way and I know you’re not the one to go without something
for long. I don’t want you turning to another for satisfaction, nor do I want you to cheat on me, but
sometimes I worry we’re not enough for each other.
Sometimes I worry that if our love for each other ever faded away, then we’d move into our own
separate worlds, never looking back. You swear never to leave me but I’m pretty sure everyone says
that. You’d never leave even if your life depended on it and sometimes I wonder why. What keeps
you here with me, what motivates you to do the things you do. I’ll stop if you stop type mentality I
guess. You won’t leave the one you love, but what if what we feel ISNT love, what if it’s something
else. I am one that preys on the unknown and the possibilities, although I know you only deal in
reality. What is reality…
But I digress, it’s ridiculous how boring life has become, how boring life is right now.