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He won't take off his glasses when we make love anymore. He says it's because he wants to see my full beauty while he makes love to me, but I know better. I know it's because he's scared of what he'll think he sees in the blur below him.
He never closes his eyes in ecstasy anymore, he says it's because he wants to see the object of his desire. I know better, I know that he's scared of what he'll imagine with his eyes closed.
He doesn't speak when we make love anymore. He says its because he doesn't want to ruin the moment with words, but I know better. I know its because he's afraid of whose name he'll cry out afterwards.
I should have given up on him being my hero long ago. I should have let him go. I should let him have Hermione now, so that with her at least his fears will be gone.
He wont have to worry about thinking the blur beneath him is her when its really me, he won't have to worry about imagining her on top of him when he closes his eyes in ecstasy, he won't have to worry about crying out her name when its not her next him.
I want someone to see the beauty of his emerald green eyes without the glasses covering them, even if it can't be me. In the end, I just want him to be happy.