I have the same one every night. It's always one of you. Whether you're holding me or kissing me gently with your hands gently wrapped in my hair and all it does is make me miss you that much more. I still don't understand why we can't be together. But then again, you never one to sit down and explain things in a way that makes sense. The dreams started before we had even had that first kiss. Back then the kiss was just me thinking I was foolish for hoping you would ever see me as more than a friend. Back then it truly was a dream.

Then that night of our first kiss, you have to remember that night, you do don't you? How I was high on nothing but life, we spent the night walking around the grounds like we always do, and as I ran through the deserted corridors in the middle of the night. Then I grabbed your hand, wanting you to skip along with me, but as I tried to move you pulled me back. When I looked into your eyes I saw emotions I never had before. For a split second I recognized one emotion as desire and something else, but before I had much time to decipher your eyes, your lips were on mine in what might have been the best kiss in history. Our lips moved rhythmically to each other, and I wound my arms around your neck and savored the moment. The dreams continued, but now they weren't just a dream, no they were memories, running through my head as I slept, as if I didn't think about them enough when I was awake.

We were happy, I had everything I wanted, I had you. I never understood why that had to changed, you said you were forced to say goodbye. It couldn't be true, we were meant to be together forever, and you promised me we would. But then you said goodbye.

So from there on, the dream that had changed to mean so many different things, from a hopeful wish, to a happy memory, to what it is now, a nightmare. A blissful nightmare of the one thing I want, of the thing I had once had, and the one thing I had lost and would never have again. Now when I close my eyes, I always see the same things. When I close my eyes I can be truly happy again. This nightmare has been good for me, it has made me realize what it is that I want most, and that's you, I want you and me together, that's all I ever wanted.

So that's what I'll have. For two years I have tried to act as if I'm alright but I'm done pretending. This will be my year, our year, because no matter what you say, I know you miss me too. You will be mine again because this year is about showing you exactly what you left behind. I miss you so bad it hurts, I will make you miss me, enough for you to finally admit that our break up was a mistake, and trust me you will. Albus Potter, if you meant to let me go to see if I would come back, well I never left. And Albus, you better watch yourself; you might fall in love with someone who doesn't want to catch you.

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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, this is probably one of my most prized stories, I have the first five and ½ chapters written, and I also have some of the later chapters done, so as long as I don't get too busy there should be posts pretty often. I really appreciate reviews whether you like my story or apsolutley hate it, let me know.

Love always

The StoryWriter