This is an idea I've had floating around my head for a while. It's been ages since I wrote or updated anything, so...here it is.
This isn't exactly a fanfiction. Well, it is...It is, in my opinion, from anyone to the object of unrequited love, whether canon or not. Snape to Lily is what I always imagined.
So, enjoy! If you feel like it, review.I hardly review one-shots unless they're really good, so I'll more than understand if I don't get any.
-Soleil
My darling.
Gellon ned i galar i chent gîn ned i gladhog...
J'adore la lumiere de tes yeux quand tu ris...
Le melin.
Je t'aime.
I love to see the light in your eyes when you laugh.
I love you.
I could say that I love you in tongue after tongue, voice after voice, for the rest of my days. I could speak of my love for you in every language that has been, is, or ever will be, and it would still not be enough. What are mere sounds, when it comes to speaking of love? Even the eyes, which speak so clearly for those who have no words, are made silent when I stand before you. Love is veiled from everything, but from he who feels it. Perhaps, my beloved, this is why they say that love is a lonely word indeed; for every being who has ever walked upon this earth feels it and lives it in a different way. For one, love might be a warmth, to another, a smile, a look, a memory.
They say that love renders us blind. I do not understand how this conception has lingered through time. Infatuation is blind, forcing one to exclude from their hearts and minds the faults of another...lust is blind, when a man can look upon a woman and see not her heart, her soul, her mind, but only her body...Love, true love, is not blind. Love is truth...and the truth, as it has been said, will set you free. Love opens the eyes, the mind, the heart, the soul, the flesh, everything. So I must disagree here with what you said to me, sweetheart. Love has made the scales fall from my eyes, and the truth that is you has set me free.
Perhaps it is too bold of me to say this. You love me as a friend, a sibling. If I were to come to you and tell you this, you would draw away in pity, hurt, and perhaps in shame as well, shame that you would have hurt me. I tell you now that nothing, nothing you have ever done has hurt me. When I hear you laughing or see you smile, my heart soars; when you weep, it breaks. But I love you wholly, entirely, unconditionally.
I do not ask you to love me. For you do; it does not matter how or when or why.
I love you, my Lily.
Your Severus.