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It's that moment.
She's gone, out with her boyfriend, and you are sitting home alone. Wondering if this is going to be the night he proposes.
If it is, you have to think of something to say.
You have to find a way not to look sick.
Because just the idea of it is making you feel nauseated.
You've got the look of surprise down, because you would be surprised if she said yes.
Especially since she just told you it's the one thing she doesn't really want right now.
Those two words have always made me sick, doesn't really. Because that actually means, she does want it but doesn't have the courage to admit it.
But five years is a long time, and I am pretty sure it's looming.
The door unlatches and she walks in with him.
"How was dinner Hermione, Ron?"
"Oh hey Ginny, it was fine. We had the same thing we always get."
"Not an adventurous night then?"
"Haha, nope not tonight."
That's it. They go to bed, and although you cringe because he stayed over you are so relieved that he didn't ask her to marry him.
And so you wait. Another day, another day without her next to you.
But it will always seem more possible to tell her how you feel, as long as she doesn't have that little ring on her finger.
It never gets any better does it? Love kinda sucks. But what are you going to do?