A/N: So uh, this story wasn't originally written for James and Lily. In fact it wasn't written for any couple, which is probably obvious by how I avoided dialogue and names. It's just this sweet little drabble that I wrote on night on my iPhone and I thought it was so cute, that I'd give it my OTP, James and Lily. Really short and to the point. Hope you enjoy it.
She imagined that love was diving head first in the ocean and swimming until you touched the horizon. Eventually your limbs would get tired, and your heart would grow heavy from the strain and you'd just keep looking ahead, hoping you'd reach the never ending illusion that was the horizon. Finally, as water filled your lungs, you'd realize that you'd never reach the place where the sun meets the earth.
She's not much of a romantic.
Boys whisper promises of forever in her ear, and she turns her head. It's tempting, like the pink-purple sky that touches the ocean blue. But she turns her head away, not wanting to even consider leaving the shore.
She wants something real and tangible so she can feel it before her. Far off promises of things that will never be hers don't interest her.
She craves to hold a hand, any hand. But boys never offer that. They are the Peter Pans of the world and she hates to be their Wendy. So she doesn't tell them what she really wants, just brushes off their offers with a pained smile
One day, a boy comes along with an easy smile and sweeps up the broken pieces of her. He doesn't fix her, just gives her the pieces in a neat pile.
For the first time in her life, she cautiously dips her toes in the ocean and looks toward the horizon. Maybe she'll try, just this once.
A hand grabs hers before she can get much further. It's the boy. He's given her what she's always wanted - needed. Something real. With a jolt, she realizes that you don't need to touch the horizon to feel the place where the sun meets the Earth.