I have never felt this lonely. I feel like I am wondering this earth with only the sound of my two feet rhymithically hitting the floor to comfort me. My ears ring with silence, straining for a sign of him; or have I pushed him to far this time? Have I finally walked a distance that he can not travel? Or is it him that has distanced himself from me?

Part of me lives of this solitude, the feeling of freedom, but then the night creeps in, the coldness covers me in a blanket of ice and I wish for someone else to hold me. When the nights have matched my now icy heart, I reminisce of days when my heart beated with such ferocity and passion that seems so foreign to me now. I reminisce of the moments where my heart was beating not for me, but for him. Him. The reason I am now holding myself for body warmth and not being held to achieve the same purpose.

People grow up and change; I have come to understand this even if I fully do not accept it when it comes to him. He was always constant, he was the pillow that was under my head at night, the knife and fork always neatly placed next to my plate at every meal, he was the stone walls that defended us from the harsh weathers, he, was always there. He was there even when I didn't want him there, when I screamed and yelled that he was to leave, he never did. Did. 'Did' being the keyword. The words which described my hatred for him seemed to have finally broken down through his barrier of love and beaten into his brain.

I never did realise why my heart beated harder than ever when I was near him, I never comprehended that my heart was trying to escape my body to be with his, but then again I never tried.

I am supposed to be the smartest witch of our age; I am able to grasp new spells and theories with such ease that leaves my peers in either admiration or aggravation. Yet even though I can pay such rapt attention to my professors, I am unable to listen to my heart. Whereas, he takes heed to his heart, and not his professors. I guess they are right, opposites do attract.