You have no idea how much I liked your face. It was always scrunched up in a weird expression. The way it would go lax when you were sleeping or the way it would pale when you were shocked. Or perhaps how green you would turn when you finally realized you drank spoilt milk again.

You have no idea how much I liked your eyes. They were bright enough to make me go blind, however I enjoyed the way they shined. The way they sparkled when you were happy and shone in the dark when you were contemplating. And sometimes they would fill with tears when you were sad. But the thing I liked most about your eyes was the way they looked at me. How deep and wonderful they were… And I knew I was the only person you would look at with those eyes that way.

You have no idea how much I liked your hair. It was such an annoyingly bright yellow, bright enough to burn out my retinas. But they always looked so soft in the sunlight. And it was rather amusing to see your hair fly around when a particularly vicious gust broke through. But when you were feeling lowly, it was always your hair that would obscure your features away from everyone.

You have no idea how much I liked your skin. Such a dark tone it held, as if you were always in the sun. A shine that radiated off you like a heat-lamp of sorts made me want to hold you, so that I wouldn’t feel so cold inside. It always made me look sick and pale, but I didn’t care. And the way it would shine when you were wet from falling into yet another stream.

You have no idea how I liked your grin. You had such a stupid grin. Your teeth would all show when you grinned like the idiot you were… But it was the only thing that made me remotely happy each day. Yet it was that very same grin that hid all your emotions when you were feeling depressed or didn’t want anyone to know how much pain you were in.

You have no idea how much I liked your touch. Most of the time I felt it was the result of a punch or a kick, but I easily brushed that off. Sometimes when you weren’t paying attention, I used to hold you down longer than necessary, but you were always such a dobe, I bet you didn’t even know. And when you weren’t paying attention, I always managed to touch you, if only feel you again.

You have no idea how much I liked your voice. So obnoxiously loud and irritating… Yet sometimes it was all I needed to stop feeling alone again. But I couldn’t let you see that. I couldn’t let anyone else see that. So I yelled at you for being such a dobe and began petty arguments with you all the time. I miss that now.

You have no idea how much I liked your “dattebayo”s. It annoyed every to their last wits, but somehow, it was charming. It was what made you, you. After all, nobody else said that. And I picked up on a small thing while listening to you talk. Every time I’m around, you say “dattebayo” an awful lot more.

You have no idea how much I liked you calling me “teme.” It was just the two of us and our two pet names. How ridiculous it might sound, to like the way you called me teme, but still, I liked it very much. Even though you ticked me off half the times, I still remember how many times you screamed that at me when you were actually worried about me.

You have no idea how much I liked your blush. You looked even more absurd with your face all red. And you would start blubbering and getting all your words mixed up and you would turn even redder. Or sometimes, you would look away from me and stare at the ground, scuffing the dirt with your sandals. Many times I wanted to laugh at you, but that was not possible. Because nobody could know.

You have no idea how much I liked your eyelashes. I’ve always been fascinated with the color of them. It’s strange to think that your eyelashes are just the same color as your hair. All the time when you fall asleep, I take the opportunity to gaze at them, just to marvel at you even more. But when tears clung onto them after you cried again, they didn’t seem so appealing anymore.

You have no idea how much I liked you.

How you walked with your arms swinging around wildly, or when you sucked in your breath and screamed at someone, or when you stared at something that caught your interest, or when you fall over from exhaustion, or when you run away when you’re angry, or when you guffaw when you’re in a great mood.

You have no idea how much I loved you.

How you always got into my business, or start stuttering when I make you say something embarrassing, or when you roll your eyes when I don’t laugh at your lame jokes, or the way you’d say “I hate you too” before even thinking twice about it.

You have no idea how much I want to go back.

How you tried to drag me back to Konoha, how you start to frown when I walk away from you and make you seem like a fool, or the way you looked at me when I’m doing something you couldn’t do.

You have no idea how much I want to go back…

How you attacked me when we were younger, or how you would act jealous when I shunned you, or the way you would stick out your tongue when I insult you.

Naruto, you have no idea how much I want to go back, just so that I can love you all over again...