Sweet satisfactions
The satisfaction of seeing you even if it's just in my dreams. Dreams where there is hope for you loving me, not hating, fighting but sweet, caring, loving and wanting. But sometimes I tend to forget, the line between reality and dreams. Calling you by your first name, smiling when our eyes meet and then I see your startled, confused face and I remember, I'm not dreaming. That's when I blush, turn away and escape. That's what happens almost every day. Ever since I realised I've fallen for you. Heh, how perfect isn't that? I know how alike we really are, but you seem to believe I'm some spoiled brat that has just too much luck. But, you know what? Sometimes I wish that I would run out of luck. That I had died when Voldemort tried the first time. At least then I wouldn't have to see everyone around me die! I know it's selfish but I've never been that before so I think I have the right to think so.