Time
I was the best of times
It was the worst of times
When he first became mine
No one thought we'd last
Seen as hollow shells
Poor excuses
I a pureblood snob
Neutral during the war
He a pureblood strayed too far
Engulfed by the dark
But I was just reserved
And he merely mislead
He was the ray of light in my world
My sister's death tore a hole in my heart
And he patched it as best as he could
His pale blond hair grew shaggy over his pointed features
But that rare smile made me gasp
And go weak in the knees
My heartbeat raced
Illogically
And he claimed that I was his heart
That I was his anchor to the world
He became my world
And I his
The best of times emerged from the worst
And flourished
I watched him grow
Mature
Come into his own
And the worst of times faded from my mind
The best of times are all I think of
And he and I will be eternal
~littlegirlgonemad~
Author's Note: think I should never attempt writing Astoria again?