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    I do not know how she manages to sway such feelings inside but she possess the power to do so at her whim. this was not a 'first sight' event either. this feeling slowly began to form after getting to know her. she intrigued me. at first it was pity, respect, friendship, family, then love. once an awhile I begin feeling lust over this... young woman. I seen her grow so much. it seems as her confidence grew, she would shed clothing. I remember a time when she was bundled up in the summer because she felt utter shame over her appearance. then she became less afraid to let the world know just what lies in her warm heart. now, her pants is messing sections and her shirts are too low for my taste. I see the way other boys look at her when they walk her home from the bus stop. she does not notice. she is too blind. she is still modest with her clothing selections thankfully. but you still can see... curves. I, of course, will never tell her such things. she may not notice their stares because she doubts herself still. but she is not pure. I can hear her conversations on the phone with her friends. let me say, she can make even a man blush. she is not modest when she speaks of the topic of inappropriate subjects with her friends. she never speaks that way around us, thank goodness. she is of legal age but to feel such emotions over someone you care so deeply about seems wrong to me. I then begin to question if feeling possessive over her when I see a young man her age, and at other times older, staring at her with such eyes is wrong. I will admit that I too catch myself staring at her. I think she should begin wearing shirts with a higher neck. I quickly withdraw myself from it, sadly, against my will.
    but it is not lust I feel for her. no... its so many other things. its love, admiration, ...I am beginning to go mad for her. she does not notice but I try to give her signs for her notice. she fails to see. I get close, I put my hand over hers, I give her eyes I give to none other.
    I do not understand what draws me so close to her. could it be the way she glides across the floor in almost a waltz when she walks? or perhaps it is the way she slowly turns her head from side to side... breathing lightly... she always picks up things with such care as if she truly believes they will break under her touch. maybe it is the way her eyes tell all. they show her fear when I wake her up from her nightmares. they show her happiness when Shifu and myself make her laugh. I do sometimes go out of my way to make her smile. they show her determination when training, her worry when we grow ill, her love when we speak of our history, her very soul when she speaks of justice! yet, I notice another look in her eyes. I pry this is not a dream but, I see this look in her eyes show her flirting! it maybe my mind playing games with me but I hope it lasts. could it be the way she can get so close to people? she has the power to make the mute speak! she does not see it. yet I do. she can bring the shyest out of their shells. no... its her understanding that draws me in. she does not believe herself to be too mighty to judge others on appearance. that is how she trusts me.
    she later revealed to me what her history consisted of. there was happy times but she has been wounded in many ways. when I heard her story I was filled with such rage I couldn't even register why someone could do this. before she could finish I grabbed her to me and held her close. she was shocked but stayed.
    we do have many things in common but non as strong as being out casted. I do feel terrible because she is very young. just 18. she just became a rose and here I am, having thoughts about deflowering her! there are times I wonder if I should leave but I couldn't do that to her. I promised to stay with her. I keep this feelings inside for her. she needs a man or woman, or even an it, to live their years with her and make her happy. I know I will be gone in a few years. I know she will be devastated when I pass but if we begin a relationship then she will be even more hurt. yes, I will keep these feelings from her. she needs a true being that can love her longer then I possibly could. not a old rat. not me...

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Splinters prov.
    I do not know how she manages to sway such feelings inside but she possess the power to do so at her whim. this was not a 'first sight' event either. this feeling slowly began to form after getting to know her. she intrigued me. at first it was pity, respect, friendship, family, then love. once an awhile I begin feeling lust over this... young woman. I seen her grow so much. it seems as her confidence grew, she would shed clothing. I remember a time when she was bundled up in the summer because she felt utter shame over her appearance. then she became less afraid to let the world know just what lies in her warm heart. now, her pants is messing sections and her shirts are too low for my taste. I see the way other boys look at her when they walk her home from the bus stop. she does not notice. she is too blind. she is still modest with her clothing selections thankfully. but you still can see... curves. I, of course, will never tell her such things. she may not notice their stares because she doubts herself still. but she is not pure. I can hear her conversations on the phone with her friends. let me say, she can make even a man blush. she is not modest when she speaks of the topic of inappropriate subjects with her friends. she never speaks that way around us, thank goodness. she is of legal age but to feel such emotions over someone you care so deeply about seems wrong to me. I then begin to question if feeling possessive over her when I see a young man her age, and at other times older, staring at her with such eyes is wrong. I will admit that I too catch myself staring at her. I think she should begin wearing shirts with a higher neck. I quickly withdraw myself from it, sadly, against my will.
    but it is not lust I feel for her. no... its so many other things. its love, admiration, ...I am beginning to go mad for her. she does not notice but I try to give her signs for her notice. she fails to see. I get close, I put my hand over hers, I give her eyes I give to none other.
    I do not understand what draws me so close to her. could it be the way she glides across the floor in almost a waltz when she walks? or perhaps it is the way she slowly turns her head from side to side... breathing lightly... she always picks up things with such care as if she truly believes they will break under her touch. maybe it is the way her eyes tell all. they show her fear when I wake her up from her nightmares. they show her happiness when Shifu and myself make her laugh. I do sometimes go out of my way to make her smile. they show her determination when training, her worry when we grow ill, her love when we speak of our history, her very soul when she speaks of justice! yet, I notice another look in her eyes. I pry this is not a dream but, I see this look in her eyes show her flirting! it maybe my mind playing games with me but I hope it lasts. could it be the way she can get so close to people? she has the power to make the mute speak! she does not see it. yet I do. she can bring the shyest out of their shells. no... its her understanding that draws me in. she does not believe herself to be too mighty to judge others on appearance. that is how she trusts me.
    she later revealed to me what her history consisted of. there was happy times but she has been wounded in many ways. when I heard her story I was filled with such rage I couldn't even register why someone could do this. before she could finish I grabbed her to me and held her close. she was shocked but stayed.
    we do have many things in common but non as strong as being out casted. I do feel terrible because she is very young. just 18. she just became a rose and here I am, having thoughts about deflowering her! there are times I wonder if I should leave but I couldn't do that to her. I promised to stay with her. I keep this feelings inside for her. she needs a man or woman, or even an it, to live their years with her and make her happy. I know I will be gone in a few years. I know she will be devastated when I pass but if we begin a relationship then she will be even more hurt. yes, I will keep these feelings from her. she needs a true being that can love her longer then I possibly could. not a old rat. not me...