I did this while I was forced to listen to 28 speeches about the comparison of Australia's economy, and that of another country. Damn you economics!! Damn you!! This is Harry's POV by the way. Thought you might like to know.
Flying.
Free of any worries or uncertainties.
Only concern is not to fall off.
The exhilaration of going at break neck speed.
But it won't last.
It never does.
Soon I have to stop. To land.
They'll find me. They always do.
Force their expectations down my throat once more.
Make me care for something that was never my doing.
I don't care.
I haven't for a while, actually.
Well, except for him.
Can't not care for him.
Not sure if that makes sense. But I don't care. It does to me, and that is all that matters.
He'll never know, though.
Even with all the labels thrust upon me, I still get nervous.
I don't want him to hate me.
I know I never hated him. Not really.
With all the stereotypes, I'm not brave, nor am I courageous.
But no one knows it.
Nor do they care if they do know it.
Not even sure he knows it.
But I'll be content with thinking that he does.
And my dreams about us will say just that.
Dreams.