My love
It's been a long time since I cried
And let you out of the blue.
It's hard
Leaving you the way
When I really never wanted to.
"I love you Hermione."
"You what−?"
"I love you… I really do."
"But, Harry−"
"Please tell me you love me too."
"No, Harry… oh… Harry… I'm so sorry… I don't love you…"
I really didn't expect him to fall in love with me. Who would fall for a nerd, for a grade vulture back in school, and a witch with unusual big teeth that that only shrunk because of a potion? Who would fall for me?
I love him… I do care for him… I'm always happy to see him… That's because we're friends… friends do love each other… Friends do care about one another… And friends are always happy to see each other. That's the feeling that I feel for him. I love him because he's Harry, my best friend Harry. That's the truth−
Before.
He started to walk away from me. He started to ignore me. We're friends, okay… But only friends… No more best buddy, no more Harry.
Days passed and he began dating a girl. I saw his smiles back on his face. He's happy, I'm sure of that. He's happy. He finally forgot me.
I can't really understand the feeling that I feels every time I see them together. I can't explain how my knees tremble and weaken every time I see them happy. "Jealousy," my conscience told me.
I'm not jealous… I don't love him… He's just my friend… My old friend…
He proposed to her.
She accepted.
They are going to be wed.
He looked at me. "Just tell me that you love me and I wont marry her," his stares told me.
No… he's just my friend. I don't love him.
Self denial
Is a game so strange
L never really should've wanted
'Till there was you
'Cause I have learned that love was beyond
What human can imagine
The more it clears
The more I gotta let you go.
Three months.
Three months before I learned the truth.
Three months before I admitted the truth.
I love him…
I care for him…
And I would always want to see him…
I want him to be mine…
I want him to be with me…
I want him to marry me…
But too late.
The bells are currently ringing…
And his stares tell nothing.
I'm in this gown
Walking in the aisle.
I looked at the altar and there was Harry.
My joy came up and I was happy.
But, there was a snap and back to reality,
I faced my back, there's the wife to be.
It hurts.
It deeply hurts.
I don't understand.
I'm so stupid.
It hurts more.
It deeply hurts.
Cause what I don't understand
Is why I'm feeling so bad now
When I know it was my idea.
I could've just denied the truth and lied.
Now why am I the only one standing stranded
On the same ground.
