To all those who experienced love in a way or another. Have you ever fallen
in love Stace-Tace?
I wrote this thinking about the boy I love. Or the person I used to love...I'm so confused... This is for you too. Because I know you've already fallen in love. Not with me, but still... Love is love, no matter how twisted, hurtful and unfair it was for you and me, it's still love. There's only you, Harry and Ron to inspire me something so deep.
This is slash by the way...
Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
FALLING IN LOVE
When did I fall in love with him?
Where, how, why, but above all, when?
Was it when I first saw him, so authentic and innocent? Was it when he first shot me this breath-taking smile of his? Or was it when he first sacrificed his own happiness for mine?
I could never tell... as much as I wish I knew, I could never tell.
I didn't just wake up one morning, knowing I was in love.
No. It doesn't work like this.
It's a long hazardous stairway you cautiously have to learn to know, expect and tame. Steps by steps, skilfully keeping your stability without any ramp. Because if you climb too fast, you might lose your breath, lose your balance and lose yourself... But when you reach the top of the stairs, when you look back at everything you've went through just to be where you are, all the time you spent, all the sacrifices you made, all the tears you shed, you know it's all worth it.
I lived my life peacefully, until one day, walking in the cold and dark corridors of Hogwarts, I felt I sorely missed him... The last time we saw each other was suddenly too faraway. I knew he wasn't far, but he wasn't with me, and it felt wrong. I just wanted to be next to him and he wasn't there. I tried to push the feeling aside, but the only thing I could think of, was his blatant absence. He wasn't there! I needed him to be next to me, I didn't know why, but I needed his presence. It made me feel all warm inside.
I didn't take time to question myself. Why did I abruptly missed him so much?
I kept living peacefully, until one day, doing my homework, in Gryffindors, common room, I realized with a painful pang in my heart, that he was out of my eyesight. He was out of my eyesight and I couldn't stand it. He was too far. Totally out of my reach. I felt as if I could never see him again, never touch him again, never hear him or talk to him again. And I felt big droplets of water, prisoners of my eyelashes. Tears invaded my eyes because he wasn't there... because I didn't know where he was. I was utterly panicked, the only prospect of him being nowhere in sight frightened me so much, I couldn't stop my hands from shaking.
I know it must sound stupid, feeling so lost just because I couldn't see him. But love's like this. Love makes you feel lost when you're not with your loved one.
And many days later, it hit me that he was talking to me and I wasn't listening at all. I was too preoccupied. Watching his pink lips move quickly, energized by this ever-so-joyful grin playing on them. Watching his hands trace wide and gracious arabesques in the emptiness. Trying to sculpt the air to materialize his thoughts. Trying to show me the back of his mind with his long-fingered hands. Watching his red hair dances on his head as he tilted it while talking. Watching this delightful glow shining in his blue eyes as light caught in them.
And that night, in my bed, smiling to myself, I thought about how I wanted to be the air surrounding him at that moment. I wanted to feel this warm aura emanating from him. I wanted his delicious hands to caress me like that. I wanted his lips to move on me.
I didn't know why I felt like that, but I knew that the simple think of it made my stomach flutter in excitement. The sandman had a hard time with me this very night.
I finally I realized that when I was around him, I felt like I had too many clothes on. I felt heat rising to my cheeks. I felt beads of sweat sliding on the nape of my neck. I felt nervous, my hands were shaky, my palms moist my mouth dry. His sheer beauty took my breath away. It seemed to take my brain away too, because I couldn't formulate any coherent sentences. Just stammered syllables, nervous laughers and not that uncomfortable silences. I could never be uncomfortable around him, that's why.
It was so strange and yet it felt so right. It felt so right to feel all warm by inside when I was with him. It felt so right to hear the pulse of my heart fasten when I was with him. It just had to be this way!
He was my only reason to wake up every morning.
Making him smile was my everyday mission because his smiles felt more glorious than a Quiddich victory.
And when he laughed, when he laughed because of me, when, somehow, I managed to make this glorious sound escape his lips, it made my day.
It made my day, it made my night.
It made my week it made my month.
And every night in my bed I'd stay awake, hearing his laugher again and again in my head. Trying to imagine thousand ways to make you produce it again the next day. And the day after that.
Because love is like this. Love makes you do anything just to hear a laugher from your loved one. Even if you have to make a fool of yourself.
And every times I would do something wrong, I would shamefully look up at him, trying to find his approval, his forgiveness. Trying to read his mind. My heart would break at the mere idea of disappointing him. My eyes would just scream "Forgive me! Forgive me!" so loud I thought he could actually hear it. Or feel it anyway.
But he would always look at me softly and smile to me with this special smile that meant ' It's okay, everything's okay.'
And happiness would just invade my every very cells as I would remember that love makes you forgive everything, Loves makes you see qualities instead of weakness in your loved one. In an hidden corner of my heart, I hoped that it was how he felt.
In my dreams, my fantasies, it's him I saw.
When I felt hopeless and helpless, it's only him I wanted next to me.
When I cried it's his arms I wanted around me, his soft whispers I wanted in my ear, his hands I wanted on my cheeks.
And when I woke up one night and sat up in my bed to have a clear look of his sleeping form, I wasn't surprised to realise that the only thing I could think of was:
"I love him so much..." Love isn't supposed to take you by surprise. Love doesn't come, knocks at the door and asks you to enter.
Love slowly crawls its way into your heart. You only realise its presence when it explode through every fragments of your body. When the warmth you used to feel inside now transgress the authority of your skin to radiate from you. A special heat only meant for your loved one.
This very night, I carefully watched the soft rises and falls of his chest. Just to be sure he was still breathing. To be sure that he would still be there in the morning. That he wasn't just an apparition sent to me by the angels crowding the dark.
I felt particular, I felt blessed. Being in love was a privilege. And whoever decides who falls in love and who doesn't, I was chosen to feel this special mixture of excitement, tenderness and serenity.
I was so excited in fact, that I could not sleep for the remaining of the night. I just watched him, knowing how lucky I was to know one of those angels who left the dark to live with us on earth.
And when he woke up, and looked at me tiredly, I'm sure it wasn't just my imagination. I'm sure he smiled to me. A smile who told me without words, that he was happy. He was happy that I was the first thing he saw in the morning.
I felt valued all day long. I thought that it was because of that smile, but I eventually discovered that I felt valued everyday after that.
Love makes you feel like this. Love makes you feel treasured whenever your loved one is near you, even if you don't know what he feel.
I didn't care he didn't think about me the way I thought about him. As long as he just thought about me.
Love makes you feel like this. Love makes you forget your happiness whenever your loved one's is in question.
Love makes you forget yourself. It makes you forget yourself because all of your thoughts are centred on someone else.
And now here I am, sitting at the top of the stairway. This stairway called love. Looking back at all those little and yet significant moments I spent with him.
And I'm peaceful, because love isn't supposed to make you sad or anxious. When you are really in love, you don't have enough energy to be sad or anxious, because you spend every bit of it trying to make your loved one happy.
And I know what the last step is, and I'm not afraid. Because love chases every bad feelings from your heart. I'm not afraid.
He my second half and I know it. And if he doesn't, well I'll tell him.
I discovered alone the meaning of love. Because it can't be taught. Every body's conception of love is different, because it is lawless and limitless.
And when I finally tell him, my own vision of love, how I discovered it through him, and when I share with him my most precious feelings, not hesitating at all on my tender and yet calm:
"I love you and only you, Ron"
I know that this knowing smile on his lips means the beginning of a new stairway. A stairway we'll serenely climb together, hands in hands.
Sharing sweet kisses and fierce hugs.
And all my thoughts are forgotten when he murmur in this voice I love so much.
" I love you and only you, Harry."
* ** *** The End *** ** *
Ron's POV is online. What do you think? Review, it makes me feel warm by inside. ^^=
I wrote this thinking about the boy I love. Or the person I used to love...I'm so confused... This is for you too. Because I know you've already fallen in love. Not with me, but still... Love is love, no matter how twisted, hurtful and unfair it was for you and me, it's still love. There's only you, Harry and Ron to inspire me something so deep.
This is slash by the way...
Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
FALLING IN LOVE
When did I fall in love with him?
Where, how, why, but above all, when?
Was it when I first saw him, so authentic and innocent? Was it when he first shot me this breath-taking smile of his? Or was it when he first sacrificed his own happiness for mine?
I could never tell... as much as I wish I knew, I could never tell.
I didn't just wake up one morning, knowing I was in love.
No. It doesn't work like this.
It's a long hazardous stairway you cautiously have to learn to know, expect and tame. Steps by steps, skilfully keeping your stability without any ramp. Because if you climb too fast, you might lose your breath, lose your balance and lose yourself... But when you reach the top of the stairs, when you look back at everything you've went through just to be where you are, all the time you spent, all the sacrifices you made, all the tears you shed, you know it's all worth it.
I lived my life peacefully, until one day, walking in the cold and dark corridors of Hogwarts, I felt I sorely missed him... The last time we saw each other was suddenly too faraway. I knew he wasn't far, but he wasn't with me, and it felt wrong. I just wanted to be next to him and he wasn't there. I tried to push the feeling aside, but the only thing I could think of, was his blatant absence. He wasn't there! I needed him to be next to me, I didn't know why, but I needed his presence. It made me feel all warm inside.
I didn't take time to question myself. Why did I abruptly missed him so much?
I kept living peacefully, until one day, doing my homework, in Gryffindors, common room, I realized with a painful pang in my heart, that he was out of my eyesight. He was out of my eyesight and I couldn't stand it. He was too far. Totally out of my reach. I felt as if I could never see him again, never touch him again, never hear him or talk to him again. And I felt big droplets of water, prisoners of my eyelashes. Tears invaded my eyes because he wasn't there... because I didn't know where he was. I was utterly panicked, the only prospect of him being nowhere in sight frightened me so much, I couldn't stop my hands from shaking.
I know it must sound stupid, feeling so lost just because I couldn't see him. But love's like this. Love makes you feel lost when you're not with your loved one.
And many days later, it hit me that he was talking to me and I wasn't listening at all. I was too preoccupied. Watching his pink lips move quickly, energized by this ever-so-joyful grin playing on them. Watching his hands trace wide and gracious arabesques in the emptiness. Trying to sculpt the air to materialize his thoughts. Trying to show me the back of his mind with his long-fingered hands. Watching his red hair dances on his head as he tilted it while talking. Watching this delightful glow shining in his blue eyes as light caught in them.
And that night, in my bed, smiling to myself, I thought about how I wanted to be the air surrounding him at that moment. I wanted to feel this warm aura emanating from him. I wanted his delicious hands to caress me like that. I wanted his lips to move on me.
I didn't know why I felt like that, but I knew that the simple think of it made my stomach flutter in excitement. The sandman had a hard time with me this very night.
I finally I realized that when I was around him, I felt like I had too many clothes on. I felt heat rising to my cheeks. I felt beads of sweat sliding on the nape of my neck. I felt nervous, my hands were shaky, my palms moist my mouth dry. His sheer beauty took my breath away. It seemed to take my brain away too, because I couldn't formulate any coherent sentences. Just stammered syllables, nervous laughers and not that uncomfortable silences. I could never be uncomfortable around him, that's why.
It was so strange and yet it felt so right. It felt so right to feel all warm by inside when I was with him. It felt so right to hear the pulse of my heart fasten when I was with him. It just had to be this way!
He was my only reason to wake up every morning.
Making him smile was my everyday mission because his smiles felt more glorious than a Quiddich victory.
And when he laughed, when he laughed because of me, when, somehow, I managed to make this glorious sound escape his lips, it made my day.
It made my day, it made my night.
It made my week it made my month.
And every night in my bed I'd stay awake, hearing his laugher again and again in my head. Trying to imagine thousand ways to make you produce it again the next day. And the day after that.
Because love is like this. Love makes you do anything just to hear a laugher from your loved one. Even if you have to make a fool of yourself.
And every times I would do something wrong, I would shamefully look up at him, trying to find his approval, his forgiveness. Trying to read his mind. My heart would break at the mere idea of disappointing him. My eyes would just scream "Forgive me! Forgive me!" so loud I thought he could actually hear it. Or feel it anyway.
But he would always look at me softly and smile to me with this special smile that meant ' It's okay, everything's okay.'
And happiness would just invade my every very cells as I would remember that love makes you forgive everything, Loves makes you see qualities instead of weakness in your loved one. In an hidden corner of my heart, I hoped that it was how he felt.
In my dreams, my fantasies, it's him I saw.
When I felt hopeless and helpless, it's only him I wanted next to me.
When I cried it's his arms I wanted around me, his soft whispers I wanted in my ear, his hands I wanted on my cheeks.
And when I woke up one night and sat up in my bed to have a clear look of his sleeping form, I wasn't surprised to realise that the only thing I could think of was:
"I love him so much..." Love isn't supposed to take you by surprise. Love doesn't come, knocks at the door and asks you to enter.
Love slowly crawls its way into your heart. You only realise its presence when it explode through every fragments of your body. When the warmth you used to feel inside now transgress the authority of your skin to radiate from you. A special heat only meant for your loved one.
This very night, I carefully watched the soft rises and falls of his chest. Just to be sure he was still breathing. To be sure that he would still be there in the morning. That he wasn't just an apparition sent to me by the angels crowding the dark.
I felt particular, I felt blessed. Being in love was a privilege. And whoever decides who falls in love and who doesn't, I was chosen to feel this special mixture of excitement, tenderness and serenity.
I was so excited in fact, that I could not sleep for the remaining of the night. I just watched him, knowing how lucky I was to know one of those angels who left the dark to live with us on earth.
And when he woke up, and looked at me tiredly, I'm sure it wasn't just my imagination. I'm sure he smiled to me. A smile who told me without words, that he was happy. He was happy that I was the first thing he saw in the morning.
I felt valued all day long. I thought that it was because of that smile, but I eventually discovered that I felt valued everyday after that.
Love makes you feel like this. Love makes you feel treasured whenever your loved one is near you, even if you don't know what he feel.
I didn't care he didn't think about me the way I thought about him. As long as he just thought about me.
Love makes you feel like this. Love makes you forget your happiness whenever your loved one's is in question.
Love makes you forget yourself. It makes you forget yourself because all of your thoughts are centred on someone else.
And now here I am, sitting at the top of the stairway. This stairway called love. Looking back at all those little and yet significant moments I spent with him.
And I'm peaceful, because love isn't supposed to make you sad or anxious. When you are really in love, you don't have enough energy to be sad or anxious, because you spend every bit of it trying to make your loved one happy.
And I know what the last step is, and I'm not afraid. Because love chases every bad feelings from your heart. I'm not afraid.
He my second half and I know it. And if he doesn't, well I'll tell him.
I discovered alone the meaning of love. Because it can't be taught. Every body's conception of love is different, because it is lawless and limitless.
And when I finally tell him, my own vision of love, how I discovered it through him, and when I share with him my most precious feelings, not hesitating at all on my tender and yet calm:
"I love you and only you, Ron"
I know that this knowing smile on his lips means the beginning of a new stairway. A stairway we'll serenely climb together, hands in hands.
Sharing sweet kisses and fierce hugs.
And all my thoughts are forgotten when he murmur in this voice I love so much.
" I love you and only you, Harry."
* ** *** The End *** ** *
Ron's POV is online. What do you think? Review, it makes me feel warm by inside. ^^=