[He puts his hand in his pocket
And wonders what he feels
He mutters to himself
Wonders if this is real]

I’ve never understood my own feelings, I think as I shove my hands into my pockets and bend against the snowstorm as I trudge to Taichi’s. I mean, all my life I’ve been taught that feeling this way is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Wrong. I mean, I can’t really be in love, can I? Is that even what I’m feeling? I don’t believe in love. Not at all.
Sure Yama, I tell myself. Likely story.
Ahhh, shut up. Don’t you hate it when the voices in your head talk to you?
What’s more annoying is that I’m right and you know it.
Yeah. Sure. You sound like Taichi.
Taichi would say you’re a couple books short of a library.
Yeah? Well, it’s his fault anyway.
Taichi.

[Hey hey
What is love
He wonders what is love
And wonders why everyone's dreaming of
Someone to love
Wonders what's this love]

You know, it’s not that bad to talk to yourself.
Hn.
It’s not even bad to answer yourself back.
Hn.
It’s only bad when you start answering yourself back in different voices.
Well, haven’t gotten to that point yet.
Yeah, but you gotta talk to Taichi. If you don’t, only God knows what’ll happen...
I’ll answer myself back in different voices and give one of them a French accent?
...

[He takes his hand from his pocket
Wonders why he cares
For someone who hates him
But life's not fair]

I take my hand back out of my pocket to shove my snow-covered bangs out of my face. I don’t know why I care. Especially for him. He hates me. Hates me with a passion! I should know that life’s not fair, but this seems to be going a bit overboard. I steel myself and knock on his door.

[Hey hey
What is love
He wonders what is love
And wonders why everyone's dreaming of
Someone to love
Wonders what's this love]

God, he takes forever to come to the door. What is he doing in there? That thumping, like a heartbeat...I want to feel him close to me, close to me. I need to stop reading the romance novels Takeru leaves sitting around. Need to get him some good shounen manga. Why does everyone want love anyway? Love love love, that’s all I hear. Courage. I gotta be strong. Love has everything to do with courage, why should I think he’ll care? He’s not a friend, am I deluding myself?

[His hand's in his hair
And he's wond'ring if he can
Wonders if the other could return his feelings
What does it take to be a man
And his fears be damned
'Cause he has to be a man]

I run my hand through my hair, hoping it looks OK. Why am I worrying about my hair anyway? Oh yeah, he’ll hate me, I at least have to look good.
I yelp as the door I was leaning on impatiently opens and I fall forward.
Right into Taichi’s arms.
“Uhmmmm,” I comment, intelligently.
“Yamato!” he says, sounding suprised. “Why the hell are you coming over here in this storm?”
“Pressing matters.”
“Not the Digiworld,” he says with a sigh.
“No, no,” I hasten to correct him. “I...just...have a confession to make.”
“What, you ate my crackers today? I know that already.”
“Davis ate them, Taichi. Will you shut up and listen?”
“...”
“Good. Tai, You’ll hate me forever, but I l- think I love- you.”

[Hey hey
What is love
He wonders what is love
And wonders why everyone's dreaming of
Someone to love
Wonders what's this love

Hey hey, he found love]

He hesitates for a moment.
A very looong moment.
In fact, probably the longest moment in my life.
I never knew I could be so patient.
And then he’s grabbed me and is kissing me and I’m kissing back and everything is wonderful. Maybe there’s something to this courage stuff. I should try it more often. Except then, God forbid, I’d be too much like Taichi and opposites attract and look where it got me now. A make-out session in Taichi’s apartment. Maybe I won’t take away Takeru’s romance books after all. Americans are so stupid. But I guess they do understand love. I know why everyone wants it now.