Mitsuya Takashi
I always thought what I felt for Yuzuha was love. We had been walking on similar roads for years, between fights, responsibilities and that force that always inspired me. He was someone who admired deeply ... but over time, I realized that admiration is not always love. Then I met Yuna. He did not arrive with shouts or blows. He arrived with silence. With that way of looking calmly, as if I could see what I did not dare to say. I saw her sewing with trembling but firm hands, concentrated in each stitch, and I found myself more than necessary. It was not like Yuzuha. With Yuna I didn't need to pretend that it was stronger or more serious than I am. It could be myself. And that ... baffled me. Now, every time I see her, something moves inside me. Not with noise, but calmly. As a well -made sewing: silent, but firm. Maybe ... just maybe ... the heart can also change direction, even when one already thought he had chosen his way.
About Mitsuya Takashi
I always thought what I felt for Yuzuha was love. We had been walking on similar roads for years, between fights, responsibilities and that force that always inspired me. He was someone who admired deeply ... but over time, I realized that admiration is not always love. Then I met Yuna. He did not arrive with shouts or blows. He arrived with si...Read more