A/N: Ok so this story is a little emo. It could actually be based on any couple but I enjoy shipping RHR, so that's what it is! I would like to dedicate this story to Ariel (TheQueenOfMediocrity) were not for her my writing would be so much crappier. Love you Ariel!
E/N: I love you, too, Frannie! ;D
I'm proud of Frannie for writing this; it really is her most sophisticated piece of work. Enjoy!
Kite
She is a kite. She flies above me with all her grace and intricate details that render my guidance unnecessary. She is so free high above me in the clear blue sky that frames her body as she moves against the wind. All I do is hold a string. We both know that if this piece of rope were to break or I loosened my fingers the slightest bit, she would be able to flee away from me before I could stop her. I've given her so many chances and opportunities to escape and nearly saw her leave me in my stupidity, but she never leaves. Despite all my flaws, she stays. I may never be able to fly high enough to meet her among the clouds, but I know she'll always fly back down to me, her sole link to imperfection.
Postnote: Please Review!!! I'll kill every HP character if you don't! -knife to Harry's throat, "Please review! She's crazy!"- ...scary laughter...-
Post-Postnote-note: You'll get major luvvlez forever (from both of us) if you review. :D
