Her.
Why is it that whenever I think of Her, I feel torn? Why must my emotions be perverted, why do I not have the capacity to love, why can't I tell Her?
And why do I feel the need to tell a near sister my feelings are for my familial redhead, instead of whom they truly belong to?
Her.
Why do I bother, if I can't pick up my Gryffindor courage to be brutally Hufflepuff to my beloved friend. Why bother standing up to evil if I can't stand up to my fear. I could only do it with Her help, but I can't ask her for help without her help. Can't it all just...
End?