This is actually a reader's request for a Harvey POV about Sabrina. I'm sorry if it may sound sappy, but I tried to keep the thoughts in character for Harvey, and he's sort of a sappy, sentimental guy.

Did you ever watch the show and realize that Sabrina's human friends don't really know anything about her? Think about it: she presents to them "Sabrina, the Teenage Witch Trying to be an Unobtrusive Human" every day. Her witch heritage is what keeps her apart from her friends and from Harvey. And hence…this fic.

Quick disclaimer: I don't own Sabrina, the Teenage Witch, or the song that the title's taken from. Have fun reading!

"If I'm smart then I'll run away
But I'm not so I guess I'll stay
Heaven forbid
I'll take my chance on a beautiful stranger…"

-Beautiful Stranger, Madonna

Why do I trust you so completely?

We've known each other for three years. You showed up out of the blue one day, on the first day of school. The mysterious new girl: cute but dorky, who seemed to be at the center of anything strange. But you're such a nice and kind person, that none of what the meaner kids at school say matters. That's why I like you so much; you have the kindest heart of anyone I know.

That would be a good enough reason to trust someone, right? And since I've known you for so long, that would be another good reason. But there's something wrong…no…not wrong, but strange. There's something strange with this whole scenario. Because I don't really know you at all.

I don't really know anything about you, do I? I don't know where you came from, what your life was like before I met you. Though I've met your father and aunts, I don't know what they're really like—or the rest of your family, for that matter. It's like you and your entire life is shrouded in mystery.

What do you like? When I try to answer that, I say, "She likes Foosball and pizza. She's into clothes, and she writes for the newspaper." How…vague. What do you really like? What do you do in that spare time when I'm not with you?

And more importantly, what is up with all those strange little incidences that send you scurrying away with a strange excuse? I know you enough by now to understand that there are things that you just can't explain to me. I understand that. Heck, I can't explain my love for books to my sports-driven dad.

But I don't know you at all. That's the kicker. That's what they call irony, right? You know someone, but you don't? Or is that a paradox? I always get those confused…

It's like you live in this little world that's apart from me, and I can't reach into it. It frustrates me so much sometimes. I want to be a part of those strange little secrets you carry, to understand those oddball things that send you running to your house. I want to get to know you, Sabrina Spellman. But I can't.

I'm not trying to blame you. Don't take it that way, please. But if you don't reach out to me, I can't get to know you. Do you want me to be a stranger for the rest of your life? Can you love…or trust…a stranger? I do, though. I trust a girl, who, despite being my girlfriend, is a stranger. But why? Why do I trust you?

Brad thinks you're hiding something. According to him, you're not worth my trust. Libby thinks there's something wrong with you. According to her, my trust is misplaced.

Yet, in all the time we've known each other, you have never once shown yourself to be a disloyal friend or lover. You're the same kind-hearted person I've come to know and love.

Can you trust a stranger? Can you trust someone you've known, but don't know? Is it worth it?

I think so. I may be crazy, and I may be naïve, but at the very least, I know myself. I love you, Sabrina. Whatever it is that's keeping us apart…I'll discover it.

And maybe then, I'll get to meet Sabrina Spellman. I think I'm going to like her.