Hey guys, hope you enjoy.I know Fred was born in the 70s, belive me, I know everything about the twins. Please don't correct me on that one. Anyway, please enjoy, and don't forget to RnR!
If I had no more time
No more time left to be here
Would you cherish what we have
Cause I'm everything that you were looking for
If I couldn't feel your touch
And no longer were you with me
I'll be wishing you were here
To be everything that I've been looking for
Why? Why did you have to leave me? We'd been together through so much! You were my boyfriend, my best friend, the one and only person I could always count on being there for me. I sit here at your grave, staring at the grave stone...yours.
Frederick Weasley
Beloved Son, Brother, Friend, and Prankster
Mischief Managed
1988-2007
I stare at your name. Over and over in my mind, I reminisce about how it was that same name on the top of your essays at school, scarcely a year ago. The same name on all those detention slips that you and George used to carry around like trophies. The same name that I thought of when I needed someone to go to, the only one who really understood me. And now you're gone.
How many really know what love is
Now you never will
Do you know until you lose it
That it's everything that we are looking for
I always knew I loved you. And you always told me you loved me too. But now I realize what love truly is. Love is something you can't properly grasp until it's gone. Something hard to understand, a beautiful something that you can't find until you can't have it anymore. Kind of like those fireflies that we used to sit by the lake at Hogwarts at night. Something that you can never really see. Something that when you finally do see, it always manages to slip through your grasp, no matter how hard you try to hold on. Something that can disappear in the blink of an eye. But at least then you were sitting beside me, living, breathing. With me.
When I wake up in the morning
With you beside me
I'm so thankful that I found
Everything that I've been looking for
I don't want to forget the present is a gift
And I don't want to take for granted the time you may have here with me
Cause Lord only knows another day is not really guaranteed
It's been three years now. When I wake up, you should be there. I always figured we'd end up together. But instead, I'm alone with the memories of you. I used to get up early; now I find it a comfort to wake and just lie there, imagining that when I finally get up, I could just go to the shop and see you smile at me.
They say - no, Fred, I've never figured out who exactly THEY are, it's a figure of speech. I can still hear you asking me that. Anyway, they always say that the present is a gift. But to me, it's a curse. It's a curse wanting to run to you when things get bad. It's a curse not having my best friend with me most all of the time. It's a curse to have everyone worried about me, watching me with their curious glances.
There's a saying that my grandmother always used to tell me. Forget the past, you can't change it. Forget the present, you can only live it. Forget the future, you don't know what lies ahead for you. The last one, of course, scares me. What IS my future without you? I can't take it anymore.
I'm going to go home and write a note. A note that will explain everything. All my pain and suffering, all my confusion. Then I'll do it quickly. Quick and painless, as they always say. I'll be with you in merely a few hours, my love. Then you can ask me who "They" are, and we can watch the fireflies once more; and I can be with you.
Everytime you hold me
Hold me like this is the last time
Everytime you kiss me
Kiss me like you'll never see me again
Everytime you touch me
Touch me like this is the last time
Promise that you'll love me
Love me like you'll never see me again
