I never hated you. I know if I told you this you wouldn't believe me, but it's the truth. All those years of ignoring you, refusing you, cursing you. Hurting you.

I'm not going to apologise for how i have treated you. In all honesty, I'm not sorry for it. I'm not saying it was the best course of action, because it wasn't, but...i don't know.

Since I'm being truthful – at least to myself – I guess I can just tell it as it is. Straight up. No saying it gently or carefully, just...saying it really.

I'm the kind of person that needs to know how things stand. Maybe it's because one day I was shoved into a world full of things that previously I had never thought possible, maybe it's because that's the way I've always been. But it's the way I am now.

When I meet someone, I put them into a category. Not in a mean way, no, not like that. I just have a way that I see people, that's all.

Alice, my best friend, is a kind person. She's the sort of girl who helps first years find their way around, smiles at everyone she passes in the corridor, and forgives people no matter what.

Frank, her boyfriend, is the sweet guy. He's the one who opens the door for you, asks how you day has been; the typical prince charming on a white stallion.

Then I look at other people, and I can sum them up in one or two words: blonde, cruel, funny, smart, sweet, evil, naive, dedicated, loyal. They all fit. They always have.

But you. You, I have never been able to pin down. It meant I didn't know how to act around you. You made me confused, and so my temper got the better of me. That dreadful 'gift' that comes with being a red-head.

And so I'm sitting here at the opposite end of the table in the head's common room. I'm trying to figure you out, staring at you like you're a puzzle to solve, but I'm coming up short. I can't get my head around you.

I have seen you smirk when someone falls over, and another day you'll be there helping them up with a sympathetic smile on your face.

I have seen you laugh with your best friend about the girls he has 'dated' and then dropped on a whim, and then plenty a time i have come across you comforting a girl whos boyfriend had cheated on her.

You don't study, yet you're the top of at least half your classes. You're reckless, but you always think about what you say. You embarrass me constantly – up until 7th year, anyway – yet you leave me roses on my pillow. You're completely impatient, yet you never give up.

You're enthusiastic, arrogant, loyal, annoying, funny, stubborn, modest, smart, loud, and all things passionate. Such a whirlwind of emotions that i don't know whether to hold on to something or to let myself get swept away to forever spin and twirl with you with the sky as our stage.

As all this is running through my head I'm watching you run you hand through your messy black hair. But you're looking up now, and it all clicks into place somewhere in the back of my mind.

Our eyes are locked and I'm not planning to look away. I don't think you are either.

I'm seeing something in your eyes that makes my stomach flutter and my heart pound. I think yolu're seeing something in mine too, because your eyebrow is raised, and you head is tilted to the side like it always is when you're thinking.

And now I'm smiling at you hesitantly, and your answering grin is so full of happiness that i feel my own smile grow.

After all, finally I understand you like I never did before. That one word is coming to my mind and my heart is screaming it so loud I can hardly hear myself think.

Mine.

End.

Okay, this is a style I have never tried before, so review would be most welcome.
XOXO