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Just One Moment
If I could choose just one moment to define my life, to describe and portray the very essence of my being. Just one moment to sum up the core of my soul, and what picks me up when I fall. If I could choose just one, I would say the moment I was sitting in a restaurant with Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, and the candleight shown in Hermione's eyes.
The moment had been simple, just like every second that day, week, month, even that year. We were all sitting around a table in an Italian restaurant talking about nothing and everything all at once. There was nothing excepetionally spectacular about Hermione's appearance that night, nothing obviously different. She was just her. Just Hermione at a table with three friends. It was when she slightly turned her head, to look at Ginny, and she laughed. Her head was at just the right position to catch the candlelight. It lit up her eyes, as her smile lit up her face. At that moment I saw only Hermione. I didn't see a fantastically sexy supermodel. Not some Barbie doll, or charm-fixed face terying to sell a broom in a Quidditch magazine. For a second, my breath caught and my heart stopped. When she turned and looked at me, still grinning in the candlelight, I saw everything I'd ever needed and wanted. Everything in one amazing woman.
What I saw in her eyes that night could never fully be described. There is neither the time nor the words. But, I did feel a certain sense of security. I'm an insecure and jealous guy. I often look at other men and think to myself things like "Wow, wish I looked like that,"or something similar, but when I looked into her eyes, I wasn't inferior. I was the center of her world. I didn't have to be brave. She could see my fears and my pain all in a glance. When her eyes met mine like that, there was nothing wrong with me. I was perfect the way I was.
Twenty-five years, three kids, and many hard times later, I still get that same warm feeling when she looks into my eyes. The feeling of being so completely myself. The feeling of being so completely good eough. So if I could choose just one moment to define my life, to describe and portray the very essence of my being. Just one moment to sum up the core of my soul, and what picks me up when I fall. If I could choose just one, I would say the moment I was sitting in a restaurant with Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, and the candleight shown in Hermione's eyes.
It's short, I know. But I just had a sudden inspiration! Please, please, plleeaasseee review!