Why must it be so hard?
I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.
This is what I tell myself as I walk up to him.
I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.
His hair is bushy and red, his blue eyes shining, and his smile growing by the second.
I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.
He runs his fingers threw his hair and looks around the crowd. I don't know and don't care if he realizes that the distance is closing between us.
I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.
He had just won us the game, and now I was hopefully going to win his heart.
I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.
I take another step closer, and now he sees me and our eyes meet. Only ten more steps and I'll be able to do it. I'll kiss him and tell him what is always on my mind.
I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.
Nine more steps.
I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.
Eight.
I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.
Seven.
I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.
Six.
I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.
Five.
I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.
Four. He's so close, I could probably just jump into his arm and kiss him, but I take another step.
I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.
Two more steps. No turning back now. The distance between us is a mere lean. I take another step in.
I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.
And then I kiss him. I kiss the boy I've been in love with all year.
I'm in love with Ron Weasley.