Choosing you isn't anything I've ever considered. I can't even remember doing it. I wasn't spying on everybody in the Common room, making a decision of my life. There should be options before choice, right?

I know he was beautiful. The boy with blond hair and a lazy smile. I know that the girl beside him was smart and witty. I know that you weren't perfect. I've never chosen you, but still, I would choose you again.

Is that love?

You are laughing now. You do that quite often. You have this stupid wrinkly nose and your cheeks are killing your eyes, they bleed tears.

Is that painful?

James kicked your stomach because you had hurt his head. You two were still laughing.

Is that friendship?

You glanced at me. Did you think I was looking with disapproval again? Why did you stop smiling then? Why did you punch James's arm, to behaved himself?

I shouldn't get embarrassed by looking at my best friends. I shouldn't be embarrassed by them. Who am I kidding? I shouldn't be embarrassed by me.

"May I join you?" You asked, smiling again.

I shrugged. You placed your hand on the table, sitting too close, but I know you didn't give a shit about their opinions. I like that. I wasn't capable of such thinking. I moved a little.

"Why are you so gloomy?" You asked, not smiling again.

You are like the April weather. Sunny and cloudy. Cloudy and sunny in the minute. I believe I'm like December. Have we met yet at all?

"Why have you chosen me?"

"Choose you?" You laughed. "I thought that was you, making decisions."

I frowned. Why are you always so silly when I need an honest answer?

"Because," you leaned forward like you would like to tell me some big secret. "I like your nostrils."

I was getting red. I hate that side of yours. I hate how you think that everything is one big joke.

"I like your nostrils spread when you are angry." You pressed a kiss on my nose.

I pushed you away. You were being annoying. Where is your care, your tender behavior? I know you can be like that.

You know that look of mine. I know that look of mine.

I was getting frustrated. You were teasing all day. Everyone was watching. You were blind to their looks. I had to be the responsible one. And I hate that. I hate you for that.

I am talking too much. I will shut up.

"Stop it, right now," I started to be really upset.

"I'm not doing anything."

"Right."

"Right, that's the whole point."

"…"

"You wanna know why I've chosen you?"

"…"

"Choosing you isn't anything I've ever considered. I can't even remember doing it. I wasn't spying on everybody in the Common room, making a decision of my life. There should be options before choice, right?

I know he is beautiful. That boy with blond hair and crazy grin. I know that the girl beside him is bold and funny. I know that you aren't perfect. I've never chosen you, but still, I would choose you again…