Disclaimer: Yes. J.K. Rowling still owns these people, though I'm not sure who they are. You decide. A/N:I hope this isn't rushed. I had fun writing this chapter. Hope it shows. It was hard writng without names. How did I do at it? I encourage a well round critic, but I burn in flames. I know the poem is weak, but I was desperate! Please, leave one teeny, tiny review. Just so I can feel good about my life.

I wish love was true

For me,

And for you.

Yet we never had time enough.

We went through good times

And we lasted when times were rough.

We had something that was never

Good enough for you.

Yet I tried to make it last forever

But you called out,

"I'm through."

Apparently

We

Didn't do something right.

Well at least

You're no longer

my problem.

She stared at the sky wishing the sweet love she held for her crush could be. They were just friends. Or so he said. He had told her on numerous accounts, as if she would forget if not told once every three seconds. Why couldn't he see he could find more than friendship in her eyes?

It was summer. "The season of love," her just-a-friend once declared. If the summer was made for love, who loved her? And she did not mean platonically. She spread her long tan legs out in front of her. They itched a bit from the grass she was sitting on.

She whispered his name. It carried on the wind, seemingly to some lost island of unrequited love. If only he would whisper her name and then the two whispers of longing could meet and unite as one.

If only. Was life built upon a towering stack of if only's? It seemed to be.

No. Life must be more than loneliness, if only's, sadness, and unrequited loves. Maybe she could find someone else to enjoy life with.

She turned her face in the direction of the setting sun. As it's warmth warmed her face she thought, Am I guilty from thinking of being happy with someone else? Is this new sensation even guilt? She let her thoughts wander.

The girl was just reproving herself as a familiar touch encountered her shoulder.

She slowly looked up into the face she was previously daydreaming about.

"Hello." She said, casually. She refused to show herself hurting in front of him.

"Hi."

He let himself sit down in the patch of wet grass she was trying to avoid.

"I need you to know something."

That caught her attention. "Yes?"

He looked away. She could faintly smell the colonge she bought for him in the wind's soft breeze. Maybe, there was hope for love.