Maybe

Something miraculous has been happening in the past two days, and I am happy to be witnessing it.

I was so afraid that things would be different between Yuuki and Oliver. I was afraid because I knew that it would break her heart. It would break mine, too.

But, that isn't what happened.

This one time, at band camp, everything was back to the way it was.

Oliver is like my brother again, not someone that I have to hate. He still has Yuuki's heart in his hands. And I think, I hope, that she still has his. I thought it would be different, since Oliver is currently "in a relationship." But, he was last year, too. I hope that for Yuuki, this year as as good as last year, only better. Again, she'll have him hiding the way he's falling in love. Maybe she already does.

Well, I hope so. I hope he doesn't lead her on and break her heart like he did last year. I hope he's different.

Because I know, though he, and others, may try to deny it, that they were meant to be. Just seeing them together, hearing the words they say to each other, just gives me the nicest feeling inside. Everyone thinks that they would definitely make the cutest couple. And it's true. So true.

But, the thing is, Yuuki already gave him her heart. The only thing that's missing from this equation is his heart. I mean, knowing that Oliver felt the same way about her seemed like enough to keep Yuuki smiling, but I know that she wanted, and still wants, a relationship with him. Will it ever happen? Yuuki told me that before two days ago, the answer to the question would've definitely been no. But now, it's "maybe."

Maybe a pair of gloves had to do before, but I know that Yuuki's hand was made to fit in Oliver's on a cold Friday night.

Maybe.

Wow, I wonder if my sister obsesses about my love life the way I obsess about hers. Probably not. It's a little too boring to even think about. Oh, well. At least this whole Yuuki and Oliver thing is getting my mind off of other things, like Light, for instance. I didn't think about him all day today. I am proud. But, I once heard it said that pride is a crutch of the insecure. Is it?

Maybe.

Maybe.