Who could blame her for not wanting to let go... his gentleman touch, innocent face, boyish smile, and bright green eyes... who could blame her… when she sees only him… the boy next door… her guardian angel…

She had forgotten how small her house was. She didn’t expect he would seek peace and quiet in her room of all places. He was the last person she wanted to see. In the end, it was nothing more than a seemingly brief innocent visit, but she found herself unable to see him go…

The fool of her to let him in again… she can’t hide them anymore, naked secrets for him to see, all those decorative dazzles and sparkling pearls swimming underneath her eyes, but he still mistakes them for something else.

… a perfect picture only to have it knifed into a thousand pieces, waiting to be fitted back, if ever, to become what was that memorable picture once more, except it will be one filled with a thousand cracks, a thousand scars, perhaps even a few hollow holes, because for some unknown reasons, some key pieces will always lose their way and be conspicuously missing…

Seeing his expressions of joy and pain is like experiencing those very emotions herself, except the impact is much more poignant, because as her beloved, his happiness and sadness seem to matter so much more than hers. For her, seeing his tears on his face is like having to stare at sadness with a watery magnifying glass… seeing him hurt just hurts so much more…

Seeing so many girls looking at him, she can only stand aside helplessly, because he’s no longer her man for her to fight for… Seeing so many girls looking at him, he can only close his eyes helplessly, because the one girl his eyes really want to see is not amongst them…

...each pair with their own stories…

The doves were Ginny’s Christmas gift to Harry two years ago. From then on, she’s been the symbol of their love, quietly sitting on his shelf, watching over him. When she decided to come back to him in the form of a little girl, she didn’t realize that the ability to love someone is a large part of being human. Even though she has fallen for him, she is determined to admire him only from afar, because he belongs to someone else…

She is… his every move… that he makes… every breath he takes…every spell he casts…everything he touches… sees… and smiles… powered by his thumping heart…

"Love is like raindrops. There are no clean nonchalant breakaways, when each drop of water has its lingering strand, a unique streak that follows every one of them, just as it splashes to the ground. Oliver, if you look closely and carefully, you’ll notice it. I see it all the time. But… just like love, the more you look at it and analyze it, the more confusing it is…” ~Yuriko Nanikawa~

When spring winds finally grace his face… that’s when cold tears will wilt her face…

She would love to see him just one more time, touch his true smile, and hear his voice call out her name once again… before she goes…

Hearing herself speak about that day would remind her of the reasons why she loves him, and why he deserves a second chance, but how can a memory so endearing can make the heart feel so sour…

Due to unfortunate events that struck them both, he became her unlikely friend and soul mate, and he’s determined to not allow her to end up like him, a man with a love that bloomed but fizzled like a shooting star…

Is it because he’s made too many promises when it comes to her, giving him the impression that… he hasn’t fulfilled enough of them… and it looks like… he will no longer be able to fulfill the rest of them…

They are two stars glimmering in the mighty skies. Dust and clouds between them be sands of time. They hide their glimmers but catch each other’s eyes, and see the images that were yesterday’s past, flashing in front of their eyes… But why are images buttered with question marks?