For Sara for her birthday. I don't even know what this is but I'm kinda proud of it so yeah.
It starts out with a promise.
Well, no, it doesn't. It starts out with a promise and an argument and a shag and more curse words than you've heard in your life (and not in that order).
The argument is what really starts it; although that hardly sounds romantic and you two are hopeless romantics, no matter what else you are.
You walk across the Great Hall to the Ravenclaw table and yell at him. You forgot what you were saying halfway through because he's looking into your eyes and his gaze is so intense that you have to blink. You don't think he'd ever looked into someone's eyes before, he's the kind of boy who keeps his chin to his chest and his eyes on his shoes. His voice is quiet and you have to strain to hear it but you do because you don't know what you would do if you missed a single word.
He tells you you're pretty and you're just about to jut out your chest and tell him that you know when you realize that this time might be different.
So instead you smile and tell him thank you and for the first time since you've ever smiled at a boy, you're not wishing your chest was two sizes bigger and yourself two years older. Instead you're just hoping he likes you because you think that with him that might just be enough.
The shag follows and the curse words are kind of just scattered throughout and then you get to the only romantic part in the whole story which is when you're lying next to him in his dorm and he promises you that you're perfect just the way you are and that he'll always love you.
It's rather fast but then so are you and you've never been up for waiting for anyone in life that isn't sprinting along as well. But he's just as fast as you in this life so it might almost work.
And then its six years later and you're twenty and you still love him but now it's wrong. Before it was right, you could feel it but now you sit alone in your house, the house you used to share, and you know he's never coming back.
You're on a road paved with broken hearts and crushed dreams and unfulfilled promises; placed, stone by stone, by your own blood-stained fingers. And maybe he's why your fingers are bloody or maybe he was placing them down beside you but all you know is that he's never coming back and the last thing ringing in your ears are the words he said to you before he left. "Don't listen to the world. They say we're never going to make it."
And you don't know what happened and why he didn't return but you do know that you love him and he's never coming home and that's all there is to it.