Act I: The Rose Bride (Anthy)
At the very end, when I left, he wondered why I loved you. Actually wondered, as if it weren't the simplest thing possible.
You didn't see me, in the beginning. That wasn't new. I'd attracted everyone's eyes since the dawn of that world, but no one had ever seen me.
I didn't know there was anyone called "me" to be seen, so I was never surprised when people didn't see me. It wasn't anything new.
The shell of me existed only to reflect things. No one saw me. That wasn't something new.
But you looked for me.
And that was.
Act II: The Calyx (Utena)
Juri-sempai once said to me, "You love her, don't you."
I said it was a different kind of love than hers.
What's "different," I wonder.
You showed me pieces of yourself, sometimes. Only small pieces, in the beginning. But if I looked you would show them. I felt special.
It took me too long, but now I know how precious those pieces were.
Too long. I didn't see anything I should've. I used you. Everything I did was about me, but you forgave me, even for the worst of it. Anyone else would've shut me out, but you told your heart to me.
I realized then. You aren't just important to me--you're the best person I know. You said you were selfish, but it's me who was.
You tried to protect me.
I'm sorry I was a fake. I started out real. You were my defining moment, my purest moment ever. I saw you, and wanted to become a prince.
I wanted to live.
Not for myself.
Because I wanted to do something for someone else.
You love her, don't you.
Of course I do. How could I not love you?
You gave me everything good about myself.
Act III: To A Never-Forgotten Garden (Cutter)
Of course I love you. How could I not?
Someone who exists only to be fucked or fucked over, and someone who lives constantly preoccupied by a purity cast over with impurities.
Two people who go through everything, who make the most human mistakes, who are so achingly dedicated to being constructed selves of their own well-meaning design, trapped in a world with no exits but one, in the sky--
Two people who could be any two people, and they rise above everything and say what if--what if I didn't try to be anything--what if I let go of grief and guilt and everything that constrains--what if I let go of myself--what if I let go of everything, and forgot who I am and the box I live in and everyone who tells me to stay there--what if there were no gender, no rules, no space, no time--what if I didn't want anything and there could be one pure moment with no ulterior motives and I could go to where you were and we could just touch.
One brief and endless moment of absolute, perfect friendship.
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