I've been cold ever since he left me.

So cold.

My heart is frozen, it never wants to love again.

He left, knowing what it was doing to me.

And he still left, knowing that we were meant to be together. Knowing that I'll die without him.

They say I won't die, that somehow I'll pull through. They say I'm overreacting, and it'll all be okay. But it won't be okay. He broke my heart and it won't ever be okay.

He told me that he loved me. I believed him. I still do, in fact. I know he loves me. Which makes it so hard.

The last thing he said to me before he left was that he never wanted to see me again. I think in his own way, he was protecting me. Too many people close to him have died. He wanted to leave knowing that there was no strings. Knowing that if he never came back, if he died, that no one would be hurt. He was hoping no one would care. He was trying to protect me from the pain. Instead, he was causing more.

His parents died for him. Now Hermione and Ron also died. Not just for him, but the whole cause, trying to bring down Voldemort. Now he's gone on his own to fight Voldemort. I wanted to go. I tried to get him to let me go, but he said no, that he wouldn't be able to stand being near me. But even as he was saying that, I could see the love in his eyes.

It still broke my heart though, even knowing that he was lying.

I want to curl up and die. But I won't. Because if, no WHEN, he comes home, I will be there. And he's going to see how much I love him. He's going to know the pain he's caused me. He's going to see that no matter how much pain I have, it will never cloud my love for him. Never. And he's never going to leave again.