"Don't you realize that every thoughtless comment little comment matters so much to me that I can't sleep at night for wondering? Everything you ever said to me, I have scrutinized, searched, examined and picked apart, searching for some hidden meaning, for even a scrap of hope that you might feel the same way I do. But you never once think about that, do you? Why the hell do I even bother loving you?"
This is what I'm screaming in my head every time I see the boy who is one of my best friends. Do I sound crazy? Well, yeah. But if you knew him, and how infuriatingly clueless he is, you would too. Ronald Weasley is the person I hate most. But he's also my true love, and my best friend.
I suffer from insomnia, but it's not medical. I stay awake, replaying and re-working conversations and arguments that I had or didn't have. I always play out about a thousand what-if's in my head, and I can talk myself in or out of anything. Anything, it seems, except Ron. It's not logical, it's irrational, and it's never going to come to anything. But it's the most I've ever felt before in my life, and it's driving me mad.
A/N Read and Review, please! Be honest. Rated K+ for some violence and a few slip-ups language-wise, but nothing…Well, you know. Should I change it? Will Update as soon as I can! Please review!
Edit: OK! I'm, back, and I'll try not to wimp out on you guys this time! Sorry :/
