I Can Still Feel You
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling's amazing self created these amazing characters.
I can still feel you.
Your warm, tender embraces.
The way your hair falls gently around your shoulders. The way it feels so soft when my fingers dance through it.
The look you give me where your eyes tell me everything I need to know.
You're different than everybody else. Even though we've ended it's still you I look for in the crowd. Still you I think of when I hear the word 'love' or 'dream.'
...Was it just a dream?
I miss you.
I miss the way you always had something to say, never letting a comment slip away that you didn't agree with.
I miss the way you looked as you came, your mouth forming the "o" that I longed for and strived to produce.
I miss the way you told me you loved me, right before you went back to your way of life, your group of friends, your family.
Oh how I wished I could follow...but I can't help the family I was born into.
I hate it.
I hate how we aren't close anymore.
I hate seeing you laugh with other people.
I hate being able to not let you go.
You told me…told me it was better off this way. Maybe when the war is over, you had said, or maybe the tides will turn and it will never start.
I know what you want me to do, but I am too coward.
My cowardice made me lose you.
You tell me to let you go.
Tell me to forget about our secret late night meetings, the way I felt entangled in your arms.
I won't. I can't. I'll do something. It's not intangible.
I can still feel you.