Disclaimer: The characters and situations described in this piece of writing are not my own and I in no way obtain gain monetary capital from this piece, however it is my own original work.
Author's Note: A quick drabble on what I believe may be J.K's finest hour as a writer.
We Were Children
We were children—what did I understand about love? I didn't understand the difference between a passion that lasted a night and a longing that would last a lifetime. I didn't understand the nature of a kiss—the importance of a single word.
We were only children but I loved you with my soul. I wanted from the moment I met you to seep into your skin and live inside your bones. I wanted you to have everything and I wanted to have you but even as a child I dared not touch. I dared not speak a word of what I felt for, even as a child, I understood that it was too large to say aloud.
We were children caught in a world that was too big for us. I watched helpless as it swallowed you. I learned the importance of a single word too late. I lost you in the raging winds of my childish desire to possess you but I loved you always with my soul.
We were not children when I realized, always too late, just how small we were. I am not enough a man to have saved you and you were not so strong as to save yourself. We were not so wise as we thought we were; we were poor judges of character—too rash with our words and too quick to strike at those that once we loved. But I would bear the Earth upon my shoulders for one more chance to be a child and to love you beyond the limits of my cowardly heart—to love you with soul.
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