I watched as the redheaded beauty crossed the Great Hall with her friends, and I couldn't help but think of how perfect she was. The way her hair bounced slightly with each small step she took, the way her timid smile seemed to brighten the room with it's radiance, even the way she would brush the strands of her hair out of her face when it fell in front of her chocolate brown eyes. Her freckles would grow darker as her face grew redder; most likely in response to a friend's joke or an embarrassing topic.

She didn't realize all of the little things that made her so...beautiful. She wished she could have her friend's laugh, her friend's nose or her friend's chest; but she couldn't see what I see. She didn't see the spark in my eyes after our hands had briefly touched, she couldn't hear the thudding of my heart whenever she drew near. It's amazing really, how one can deny any beauty in themselves, when in truth; they can make others stop and stare and wonder why they can't have her.

She was my best friend's sister; the only girl in a house full of boys. She was untouchable by my hands, and I had to watch as other guys danced in and out of her life; always leaving her heart shattered into trillions of pieces that no one seemed able to put back together. In my dreams I could see her hand in my own, I could see her soft lips meeting mine, I could see our children running around our house; I could see my soul mate in her rightful spot-with me.

But as she laughed and walked past me, her eyes sought out mine. And in those few seconds that our eyes were locked; I could see a hint of sadness in her eyes, and I'm sure she could see the same in mine. She waved goodbye to her gossiping and giggling companions, and walked to my side. And as we walked together in silence; my heart was torn into shreds. I was so close to her, so close to my love; yet I could do nothing but listen as she started talking.

I couldn't be with her, for she would be in danger. I face evil; evil that she should not yet be introduced to. I couldn't endanger her, not even for one fraction of a second. I could not drag her into this war that was no one else's but my own. I was in love with this woman, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if she was hurt, but would I be able to live without her love? My heart was throbbing, longing for her touch. No-I have to leave her be! But how can I when she smiles at me like that?

As if on cue, she smiled at me, and looked up into my green eyes. Here was the moment my heart has been waiting for; but would I be able to? Can I put her into danger? Would I be able to live with myself if I did?

I leaned down and I kissed her.

My heart exploded in that second; bursts of joy and happiness and pure bliss. I knew she was the one for me, and I knew I couldn't stay away. I was selfish, yes. But it was worth it as my lips moved in sync with hers.

"I love you."

It slipped out of my mouth before I had a chance to restrain it; but it was the truth. I loved her. I loved my best friend's sister. I loved my redheaded beauty.

"I've love you too."

She smiled up at me; and I knew that she meant it.