Alright, this story is important to me. Very important. Because it is the truth. This happened to me. I wrote this this morning... it is the complete truth, and when I was done, I wanted to share it. So... I'm being a bit out there and putting it everywhere. It is even fornt page, full note, on my Facebook page.

I don't own Harry and Hermione. This actually has nothing to do with them. But these two characters seemed a good match to put this off as.

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It's a strange feeling. It's a new feeling. It's weird, frightening, amazing, awkward, incredible, delightful, happy, scared, and worried.

Something deep inside is changing. Fighting its way out of its deep dark recesses.

It's a beast, crazy and wild, struggling to make its prescence known. It is vicious. It tears you apart from the inside out. It starts in your heart. In the one place that you can hide. It takes you from your safest place, brings you out into the open, making you vulnerable and weak.

It rips all reasonable thought from your mind, making you do crazy things. It changes everything you've ever known.

It is the death of your innocence.

Something is clawing its way out, and it hurts. My throat is burning, I can't breathe, my toes are curling, my fingers are tingling, and the rest of my body is going numb.
But what I feel the most is the remnants of your touch. Like a trail of fire.

I don't know what I feel. I think it's love. Is that what it is? What is love like? I've been told that it's wonderful, that it makes you feel alive, that suddenly the whole world makes sense. But this isn't like that.

This is my entire world crashing around me. The buildings are burning, the plants are wilting, and my body is aching. My mind is every place it could be. I can't form a coherant sentence. I'm choking on my words.

This can't be happening. It can't. It's so cliche. So un-original, and so frowned upon. There's always so much heartache behind it.

I can't admit it to myself. I don't want to believe it. If I say the words, it will suddenly be real. And I don't know if that's what I want.

The tears are welling in my eyes. There's a lump in my throat. I don't know what to say. You're right there, but you're a million miles away. So close, but completely untouchable. You're not mine. I have to keep repeating it to myself. He's not mine. Maybe if I keep saying it, I'll believe it.

No. I don't know what to think.

It is right, I know it is. But it feels so wrong. My heart starts racing every time I think about you. Things change so fast. So fast. One moment everything is... normal, and the next... I've fallen in love with you. There, I've said it. Damn it. Now it'll never go away.

I want to see you. But I know if I do... I don't think I'll be able to control myself. I would need to touch you. I would need your hands on me again.

I don't know what to do. Because I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you. Because losing you would be even more painful than holding this in. Because losing you would be like cutting a chunk out of my heart.

I'm told that falling in love is the best feeling in the world. But I beg to differ. It's absolutely miserable. It's one of the worst feelings I've ever felt. Maybe it's because I've fallen in love with my best friend, or maybe it's because it's forbidden, or maybe it's because it's unrequited.

But from what I am seeing of love... I hate it.