He's a real person, my Heero Yuy. The newspaper and magazine articles, the news stories, the media in general, they could never capture who he is, because they never try. They never look. They want the flashy hero story, the ordinary boy with superordinary powers. They want a dream fulfilled. They don't really want Heero at all.

The others, the pilots, they don't have that problem of course. They know what the war was about, they know Heero was as much a non-hero as they were. I'm not saying he didn't save us all, that's not it. But that's not what makes him Heero. The others, though we're all friends, have trouble connecting with Heero. It's not entirely their fault, but still I wish they could see.

They think he makes me too quiet, as if he subdues my personality. That's really not it. He's given me confidence in my words, in all that I do. I don't need to ramble to him -- he knows what I mean. I don't have to explain myself, to defend and justify everything. He understands, and it's a great thing.

What I see is potential. It's all there, in that body, in those eyes. He has an odd sense of humour that's quirky but charming. If he really tried, he could sweep anyone off their feet. I think he would be a great tutor or mentor. He's got the patience for it, moreso than anyone might think. Heero...he can be so much. He would excel at anything he put his mind to, of that I have no doubt.

He's gonna make somebody extremely happy someday. Right now, that's me, and I hope that in the future, it's me too. When we kiss, my toes wiggle and I always smile right at the end. It makes him smile too, when he pulls away. That smile... I wish they could see it, but at the same time it also gives me this tingly feeling to know it's directed at me. He says I make him happy, and I believe it. I hope it stays that way too.

Maybe I've got rose-coloured glasses on, I dunno. But I see Heero how he wants to be seen. In the end, I see who he is.