Those Three Words

by Jenethia

A Rocketshippy poem from James's point of view.

Every time I close my eyes,

I can't help but think of her lips.

Those lips that speak our motto,

But never the words I want to hear.

The only three words that I ever wanted to hear:

I love you.

I've always wanted to give her a rose,

But I've been too scared.

Too scared to approach her,

Too scared to screw up and say something wrong,

Too scared to say those three words:

I love you.

If I say it, will she still care?

If I say it, will she say it back?

If I say it, if I say it…

If I say it, will I mean it?

Will I mean that I love her?

And then I hear one word.

Yes.

Yes, I love her.

This is love. It really is.

If I say it, I will mean it.

I love you.

(I dedicate this poem to my best friend Eleanor, or dobby-joey-potter-neko-chan! We became friends over Rocketshipping, so I wrote this for her. I hope you like it!)