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Ron:

Love is really, really confusing. It just does not make any sense whatsoever.

I mean, one minute I despise her, the next minute I l-l...argh, I can't even say it. The l-word, okay? You know, the one that used more often than necessary. Yeah, that one...

But, the point of the matter is, I obviously feel something more for her than I thought I ever would. She's really not my type, or what I would expect to be my type. Yes, she's beautiful, but she's also unbelievably smart and brilliant, and even irritating at times. But I still l-ll...you know, the l –word her.

How could have things gotten so complicated? Weren't we okay with just being good friends? Well, maybe she was, I certainly wasn't. And it didn't help that I had to get all stupid, and jealous during the Yule Ball, but it really wasn't my fault. Wouldn't you have?

He's an older, international Quidditch player. A legendary one, at that. I mean, yeah, I have better eyebrows, and I walk better than him, but still. Maybe he's an intellectual challenge. Maybe he's also committed Hogwarts, A History, to memory. Maybe he knows how to express his feelings. Maybe he's really romantic. Maybe he's every girl's dream guy, or at least, Hermione's.

I'm no comparison. I can't even bloody hold hands with her without blushing my freckles off, how am I suppose to tell her I l-ll...oh, what the hell, LOVE her? How?

I'm sure it doesn't help that we're at odds with everything together. I think, though, under all that...well, there is something, isn't there? Or am I just wishing, wishing rather hopelessly, for something that will probably never happen.

She did say that I have the emotional range of a teaspoon. Maybe she feels I am incapable of feeling love.

Have I single-handedly destroyed any possible chance of something else with Hermione by being the insensitive, stupid git that I am?

I really hope not, but I think it's inevitable. She'd never go for me anyway. Right? She's the top of our year, why would she go for me, Ronald Weasley, who failed about as many classes as he took?

If she's so good at knowing how guys feel about girls, why can't she just already know how I feel? Why do I have to tell her? Why, why, why?

I don't even know when things started to change between us, third year maybe? That's when I started getting awkward, and she started getting prettier.

I want to tell her...but I can't. I can't even say love without cringing, how am I supposed to tell her something like that?

Love is really confusing. I can't even sort out my thoughts.

Love makes absolutely no sense at all, and if you can avoid it, it would be much better for your mental health, I must say.

Author's Notes- Harry will be next. :) Review, please!