The Sacred Simplicity of You at my Side
Disclaimer: I do not own J.K Rowling. Oh wait, I mean Harry Potter.
"And with each passing day, the stories we say draw us tighter into our addiction. Confirm our conviction that some kind of miracle passed on our hands, and how I am sure like never before of my reasons for defying reason." ~Eric's Song, Vienna Teng
What is so amazing is how we seem to know each other more than we know each other; do you get what I mean? We've known each other for seven years and our minds seem to be at sync with another. It has always been like that, never with Ron. Sometimes, I don't get that boy. But Harry, yes I do. I may not know how it feels to not have parents or be pressured into being the "Chosen One", but I have an inkling of how he feels. The day he told me how Fawkes had died and risen from the ashes just simply amazed me back when were at second year. But now, I could see that he is like Fawkes, he rises from the ashes, the obstacles, and comes back stronger, not shaken. He is very resilient even in the face of adversity, and I admire him for that. I remember when we would get into a row, we become separated—as if we're on opposite ends of a bridge, calling out to each other, but not hearing what we're trying to say, and not wanting to meet in the middle. But when we make up, it's like we meet up in the middle and we can hear ourselves talking and we perfectly understand each other. He fills this certain void in me, a void that can never be filled by anyone but him. He unearths deep feelings that I have never felt until he dug it out of me, and I feel like I will never be able to bury them again. I feel satisfied just dreaming of him, but then I realise that I was mistaken, and I am happy for that, that it is all real. When I'm with him, I feel so contented, so at peace with myself. And with each passing day, our relationship grows like a tree, slow and steady, but when the harvest time comes, we bear abundant fruit to last the whole year. We've been on countless journeys together, and in the process, get hurt, feel pain, and most of all FEEL LOVE. I admit, I am in love with Harry James Potter. I want him to be the Romeo to my Juliet, or a King to his Queen. My love for him is like the waves of the sea, battering against the rock, strong, and yet producing the beautiful sand that lies along the shore, something that looks insignificant but is essential to life. He is that boy who fills you with that sweet, sweet overwhelming joy that drives you into blissful insanity, and at the same time, is that boy, who even in the silence, or in your loneliness still fills you with that warmth and joy, just like how a child feels when he opens his parcel on Christmas day, or how the warmth of the sun feels on your skin in spring after a long, hard winter.
But there's one thing that truly makes me happy—and that is the sacred simplicity of him at my side, where he'll always be, holding, and owning my heart.
A/N: So what do you think? Please Review! I might make another one! Harry's point of view, maybe? :)