The Person Who Made Me, Me.

the person who made me, me.

「佐々木 琲世」

Ten Word Poem #6

Hinami…

reality and the other side twist together.

Just a small thing I wanted to write since writers block is always haunting me, Based on Kaneki’s pov as he mentally gushes about his beautiful wife, Touka-chan~

I love…

Her hands. They’re so soft and gentle, especially when they caress my face or when she runs her slender fingers through my hair. There’s never any harshness in her touch, never any roughness that pushes me away. I could always let myself relax under her gentle touch. 

I love holding them. I’m at my most comfort when her fingers are laced through mine, when I can look down and see she will never let me go. Something within me will always lighten up when my hand clutches hers. That feeling is irreplaceable and I hope to never lose it as long as she stays by my side. As long as her perfect hands are still holding mine.

However, when I look at them, I can see the scars of the past written all over her. They’re rough with ridges of hardship and struggle, but where she sees faults, mistakes even, I only see strength. They’re so beautiful and they’re written with stories about that power that I admire so much from her. I will kiss each one, reminding her of this, that she is strong and that she should never be ashamed of that. 

I love her eyes. There are so many things I could say about her gorgeous eyes, about their beautiful colour, or how soft they become when they meet mine, or even the slight crinkle that comes when she’s giving me that heart-warming smile or mischievous smirk. 

But what I love most is the honesty that is always, always apparent in her gaze. When her two eyes stare at me, I know there is nothing but sincerity in her expression and words. They would never waver or leave mine and there was so much feeling that came from them. Where words failed, her eyes told me all I needed to hear. 

But along with the honesty, there is so much warmth and love. It’s almost impossible to look away when there was such an overwhelming feeling of joy that came from her. She could turn me into mush with a single glance and I wouldn’t mind. Whether we’re in bed, walking down a street or simply catching each other’s line of sight from across the room, everything else doesn’t seem to matter with eyes like hers. 

I love her voice. She could be scrutinising me, teasing or just simply talking to me and I’d be happy to just hear her sweet, cute voice. Just like her gaze, I can hear so much emotion in her words, from love to concern. It comforts me when I feel scared or alone, as well as it bringing joy out of simple moments. They guide me to the light when I hide myself in the dark. They reach out for me every time.

I love her strength. I’m always so frightened of losing her, of feeling her grip slip away from mine and that will always be the case. Yet when I watch her will herself to move forward, no matter how harsh and difficult the situation might be, all moments of doubts wash away and I can see what a beautifully strong woman I am married to. Of course I still worry and I’d rather she never have to go through anymore battles, but…I just know she’s going to be okay.

I love her kisses. Whether they be short and quick, or long and romantic, my heart always races when her lips meet mine. They fill me with so much love and happiness. When she kisses my cheek, her affection is overwhelming, when they trail down my neck, I’m too flustered to speak. Each one is special and I will never become bored of them. 

I love her smile. I love her loyalty. I love her fiery spirit. I love how she gets bashful when she says sweet things. I love her cheekiness and sass. I love her body. I love…so many things.

I love her. Just her overall. Everything about her just adds something special - something I love. I love Touka Kiri-

“What you doing?” Touka crawls across the bed to where I sat on the edge and kisses my temple. She rests her head on my shoulder and wraps her arms around my chest, my heart fluttering at the sensation. I turn my head back to see her smile, giving her a brief kiss. “You look distant and were silent. Something on your mind?” 

“It’s just- I mean-” I blush, my words tumbling one after another. “I just…love you so much.” 

She squeezes me and with an even bigger smile, she buries her head into my shoulder, mumbling about how disgustingly sappy I was. I would tell her everything that ran through my mind just now if my words didn’t fail me at every attempt. But it’s fine; something told me I didn’t need to tell her anything for her to know. After all, there will never be a moment where I don’t tell her how much I love her.

I will never stop loving her.