A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #10 Herbology - Task 3 - Write about someone showing maturity about something.

Word count: 600

I wish I was Him

I wish I was him.

He's the one who holds you when you cry out at night.

He's the one comforting you as the harsh realities of war hit too close to home again.

He's the one brushing the strands of your curly hair out of your face.

He's the one holding your hand in the photograph the papers print.

It's his ring on your finger sparkling, a little beacon of light in once dark times.

I wish I was him, your prince. How ironic a name can be.

You were always called a princess, brilliant and all knowing.

Yet, you could never fathom the way I felt about you.

How I dreamed about you, time and time again. \

No, you never knew. You could never know.

I wish I was him, had the courage to say something to you then.

I wish I had had the courage to speak my heart to you.

Circumstances were against us though. I know you would never consider

a man like me. I'm too old, too bitter, I'm broken and

betrayed your trust. I'm not the man for you.

You could never be my always.

You could never be mine.

I wish I was him as he sweeps you across the floor.

I wish I was the one holding you, but it wasn't meant to be.

He was there for you when you cried.

He was there for you when things got darker and darker with no hope of light.

He was there in the heat of the moment.

He was the one you kissed.

I wish I was him, holding your heart in my hands.

I wish I was him gently touching you, holding you on those cold nights.

I know what you and he do. I know how he touches you.

I know where it leads and I wish bitterly it was me.

I wish I was him, smiling and holding the infant.

I wish I was him, arms around your waist.

I wish it was my name on the announcent

announcing our child.

I should have said something, but I couldn't

but I didn't.

Would you even have accepted me?

Would you have ever looked past my nose, my greasy hair?

Would you have looked past the fact I was a murderer,

the fact I was one of the Them?

I did things I could never be proud of.

I did things I regret now, things I regretted then.

I was in too far to think about right and wrong.

I was in too far, answering to too many people,

when the only person I wanted to answer to

was you.

I wish I was him, sweeping you across the floor.

Another party, another celebration of a war won.

From across the floor, our eyes meet for a minute.

You turn away, back to him and the never ending adoration

he continues to bestow on you.

I wish I was him, but even though my heart breaks,

I also want nothing more for you to be happy.

I wish I was him, but you don't.

I know I never stood a chance with a woman like you.

I know I never stood a chance with any one I ever loved.

I wish I was him, but I could never be him.

I could never make you that happy.

I could never make you smile like that,

how I would love for you to smile like that for me.

I will never be him, and because of that,

you, my dear, will never be mine.