It suddenly made so much sense. All these years chasing after him, I always thought of him as a rival. But in this singular moment, he was more than that. He was strong, he was confident, but most of all, he was beautiful. His brown tussled hair gently moving with the wind. His large and calloused hand gently but firmly grasping a pokeball. He drew his muscular arm above his head and threw it. His skin glistening with sweat and the smell of leaves. My loins quivered when his voice rang out "GO EEVEE!". A sense of immense happiness and worry overwhelmed me when I realized that all catching Pokemon in the world would pale in comparison if I could be with him. If I could be the one he gently grasped, if he thought of me as much as he thought of his Pokemon, if I could catch his heart. Would he feel the same?
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