You always want that you cannot have
I never really believed in reincarnation. But I must have done something really bad in a past life that I'm being punished like this.
Why is she my friend?
Better yet, why does she exist?
Why is she so smart? So beautiful? Why does she have those chocolate brown orbs I consistently drown in? Why does she have that bushy hair, that whenever I'm near my hands automatically reach for? Why?
How could she love me? How could she love me if someone as beautiful as she could have Harry?
Any girl would choose Harry over me- well, except for Lavender that is; but that girl is seriously mental- and I'm okay with that. Just as long as it's not her.
I love her.
I really do.
I treasure every moment we shared together. From bickering, to consoling, to laughing. Everything.
And then it struck me.
How could I be such an idiot?
I should consider myself lucky as opposed to damned for having her as a friend- hell, for having someone as perfect as her in my life!
Maybe she loves me.
Maybe she doesn't.
But I know I'll always love her, and whenever she needs me I'll be there. I may or not become her lover, but I'll always be her friend.
I never really believed in reincarnation, but I must have done something real good in a past life that I am being blessed like this.
I have Hermione.
Yet, it does not hurt to dream