Disclaimer : It all belongs to J. K. Rowling
You don't choose the people you love
I love Harry. Not in a weird gay way. I love him as a friend. But it's tiring. It's tiring being the friend of one of the famous people in our world. It's tiring knowing that people will never see you for you. You will always just be The Boy Who Lived best friend.
The girl I love is in love with him. Ste told me this one day. We were sitting together in the Owlery and I was just about to confess my huge love to her. Before I got to say anything she quickly blurted out that she loved Harry ever since he came to save her from the troll. He was her hero. To bad she didn't remember the other boy who was there with him – helping him rescue her.
She asked me what to do. And being the guy I am, I told her to tell him. She did and he responded to her feeling. I was at her wedding just a couple of months ago. Neither of them know about my feelings. If they did, we probably wouldn't be friends anymore. But I can't help it. You don't choose the people you love.
Both of them mean the world to me. But if I ever had the choice, I would choose to have never met them. My life sure as hell would have been an easier place.
A/N : I wrote this cause I've always felt sorry for Ron. Hope you like it. Review if you want but no pressure
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