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Author's Notes: Please read and review! I would love to know what you think of what I wrote. This is J/L, but it isn't obvious as it's just someone's POV—I'm not going to spoil who the one talking though you would know by now who is it. All the same, his name is written by the end of the chapter. Haha! I wrote this thinking of unrequited love, and I thought of James pursuit of Lily—it was, for a time, unrequited.

Please read and review! I want to make this story a hit a possible though I'm not really a good writer. I'm aiming for at least 5 reviews, so be nice and thoughtful and give me one. Wouldn't it be nice that you made someone happy with your review, whether it's a good or bad comment?

Haha! I sound like a lost case, but your reviews would be so meaningful to me…

And so presenting…

Loving You

By Ashantelle

I love her.

I love her when she's happy, or when she's sad. I love her when she's angry, or when she's mad. I love her when she's laughing, or when she's serious. I love her whole being, and her imperfections make her more beautiful. I love her with all my heart, my body, my soul.

She is perfect to me. She knows what she wants, and is not afraid to get it. She's so brave and courageous to stand up to people who use her or take advantage of her. She is free and unconfined; like nothing stands in her way and that nothing is stopping her. She doesn't care what other people think; she's an individual among the crowd. She doesn't go with the flow, in fact, she IS the flow. People follow her lead. She is sure of herself, never letting anyone get her down.

I admire her.

I adore her.

I love her.

She's so beautiful. Her soulful green eyes look on you like she knows everything about you. Her face is so unique, so beautiful. Her smile entrances me. She lights up the room when she smiles. Her beautiful lips can enchant many others. Her lovely voice is like music to my ears. Her body molds to what seems to me like perfection. Every part of her astounds me, and definitely attracts me to her.

Her personality is not quite like any other people. Unique, as others would say, but in general, she's a happy and carefree person. She loves herself, and she doesn't need the assurance of other people to know that she looks good. She's not vain, like most people are. She's fashionable, and she knows how to carry herself well. She's funny and has a sense of humor. She's not afraid to be alone; in fact, she likes the solitude. She wants to be free with no restrictions. She is very wise and perceptive. She knows what the other is feeling, and she respects that. She isn't just some girls who loves to gossip. This girl likes to talk about serious things that concern everyone, and she can hold intelligent conversations.

I am her friend who just 'looks from afar', but never did I try to make move on her. I am part of her 'inner circle' (very BIG improvement from the past years considering I was her enemy—it's a long story), and I wouldn't want this silly feeling to get in the way of our friendship. I admit, this maybe only just an infatuation, but for me, it's more than that. I don't know what I'm feeling. I can't distinguish this if it is infatuation or not. But it would be justifiable if I would say I love her. It may be friendly or romantic. But I know its love.

I know her up to an extent, and there are a lot of things I don't know about her. All I can say is that I know her well enough to know what she's feeling. She keeps her emotions inside and keeps her feelings guarded. I'm so lucky to be one of those people who she decides to show her true colors, her true self without her 'mask'. I'm one of those people who she can let her guard down though rarely. But I seem to be drifting away little by little, and you don't know how much it devastates me to know this. Am I that obvious, or she's just perceptive?

I love her so much that I don't want our friendship to break because of this stupid feeling. I feel so jealous when one of her friends spends time with her and not with me. I feel even more jealous when she decides to come to them for advice and when she's feeling down instead of me. I don't mean to be selfish, but I would appreciate it if I'm one of the people she says her problems to.

I want to be the one making her happy and cheering her up when she's down. I want to be her shoulder to cry on, her confidant. I want to know all her secrets and everything about her that the others don't know. I want to be someone special in her life. I want to be her best friend. I want to be someone she could freely talk to about her feelings. I want to hold her close in my arms, and just tell her that I'm there for her. I want to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. I want to be her support in all the things that she wants do.

I want to be her everything because certainly, she's my everything, but she doesn't know that.

I'm not the one meant to do these things, nor say those comforting words. I'm not the one turns to when she's down, and I can't change that. I'm not her best friend. I'm not her confidant. I'm not her everything, and that kills me so much.

There is a time that she breaks down, and all I want to do is hold her in my arms and hug her like there is no tomorrow. I want her to let her tears flow down and feel safe in my arms. This didn't happen for obvious reasons, plus I'm not going to show to the whole world that I love her. I'd rather keep it a secret to everybody, even her.

This feeling is going to be the end of me. It's going to be my downfall, I tell you. I may be exaggerating, but, in a sense, true. I can't keep all of my emotions bottled up inside of me. Someday, I'm going to let it all out, but at that time, she wouldn't be close to me anymore. Probably she would have someone to spend her days with—obviously not me. I have a strong suspicion that she'll forget me after graduating. I don't know.

I do not regret not telling her. I'd rather to adore her from a far, than expressing it face to face. Call me cowardly, but I prefer it this way for now. I'm not even sure if this is love or just infatuation, but all I know is that I feel something strong for her. Something that I never felt before, and I have a strong suspicion that it's love. Someday, somehow, I'm going to tell her. My affection for her is forever and true. I'll tell her what I feel—or felt, it depends if I still feel for her that way when that time comes.

I admire her.

I adore her.

I worship her.

I'm addicted to her.

And most of all…

I love her…

And loving her…

Is the greatest feeling I've ever felt…

It's good to love…

But…

It is better to be loved in return…

I am James Potter and I confess to all of you who are reading this… that I love her…

I love my former 'enemy'…

I love my close friend…

I love Lily Evans…

Author's Notes:

So, how was it? Please read and review! I would appreciate it. It's my first fic on so be nice! I hope you liked it. Would I write another chapter with Lily's POV? Please review to let me know what you think!

Maybe this would be a two shot or a multiple chapter story…or maybe just a one shot… I'm still undecided, oh well.

If you have reached this part of the story, thank you for reading!