Steal Away

Where do I run when there's no where to go but home?
And where do I go if my home is in your arms?
And where do I run if you are the one I am running from?
And how do I escape from your captivating charms?

And what if this heart were to stop beating right now,
And I had never said what I wanted to say?
Would you sweep me up, carry me home,
Or would you take me away?

I promise to love you for the end of time
Unless the end of time were today.
Then how long would it last, may you ask?
We'd be forever and a day.

Steal away, hide away
To your secret garden beyond the horizon line.
Hold me close, let me say
The things that got lost somewhere in time.
Steal away, take me there
There's nothing more I want to do
Than to steal away
Steal far away with you.

I'm caught in a chasm where the lights have gone out
And I can't see more than an inch before my face.
I should have seen what was going to happen
When I asked you to take me away from this place.

Whatever hope that I had is fading slowly;
My vision is blurred behind a curtain of tears;
The things that I wished for seem so far from me;
And the things that I loved have become my worst fears.

I am sick of just friends, I want something more.
I am never satisfied with what seems "good enough."
I've tried to be cool and to keep it inside,
But I can tell you freely, it's tough.

Steal away, hide away
To your secret garden beyond the horizon line.
Hold me close, let me say
The things that got lost somewhere in time.
Steal away, take me there
There's nothing more I want to do
Than to steal away
Steal far away with you.

All I need is your magic touch
To sustain me for a lifetime.
All I need is your smile once a day
And your fingers filling the spaces in mine.
All I can ask is for some outside force,
Some supernatural power above
To change the way you feel tonight
As I stare across to the one I love.

Where do I run when there's no where to go but home?
And where do I run if your home is in your arms?
And where do I run if you are the one I am running from?
And how do I escape from your captivating charms?

And what if this heart were to stop beating right now,
And I had never said what I wanted to say?
Would you sweep me up, carry me home,
Or would you take me away?

Steal away, hide away
To your secret garden beyond the horizon line.
Hold me close, let me say
The things that got lost somewhere in time.
Steal away, take me there
There's nothing more I want to do
Than to steal away
Steal far away with you.

Steal away softly…
Steal away softly…
Steal away softly…
Steal away softly…

Dear Journal,

Sometimes, I wonder what I would say if my heart were to stop beating right at that moment, and he were standing right in front of me so I could see him. Would I tell him that I loved him? Would I kiss him, like I'd been waiting to do for years? Would I even do or say anything at all?

And if I were to die, right as I was writing this, would I be happy with what I had accomplished in my life? Sure, I'd made some big happenings. I'd had good grades, I'd done my work. I'd made friends – two of the best friends anyone could have asked for – and I'd even had a boyfriend. But at the same time, even though I could look at all the positive things I had done for myself, there were a lot of things I hadn't done that were more important to me than all of the others.

I hadn't said or done anything to make him realize that I liked him. I hadn't held him and fondled him and told him affectionately that yes, I would help him with his homework, but only if he gave me a kiss. I hadn't run my fingers through his flaming hair and smiled as he held me and pressed his body to mine and told him that I was the luckiest girl in the world to be where I was.

And yet, even though I hadn't done all these things that were still on my "To Do" list, I still sit here in my bed, writing about them in my stupid journal instead of going out there and doing them. I know that right now, he's sitting down there in the Common Room in his favorite armchair, facing the fire, staring straight into it as if trying to zone out on the world. Sometimes I want to do that, too. But zoning out when I have so much on my mind is one of the things Ron is capable of that I am not.

Hermione

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Reading her words, his heart beating up against his ribcage, Ron sighed. If only he had discovered this wonderful little book earlier. Because then he wouldn't have to worry about whether or not he had lived his life to the extent that he could have lived it to. He wouldn't have to worry that maybe his heart would stop beating without having said everything he needed to say.