Love Hurts
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Death to all disclaimers, I hate you! I know it doesn't belong to me, so stop bugging me about it! Just let me be in denial in peace…
She'll never be able to understand how much I love her.
She thinks loving someone is like it is described in romance novels. She thinks love is butterflies in your stomach. Hell, she thinks love is like loving Potter.
She thinks she loves him. She has always thought so. And now he thinks he loves her too, and they're dating.
He doesn't deserve her. No one does, not even me.
She is a far too good person for anyone, no one will ever treat her the way she deserves. I'd want to, though I don't think I could. I never knew how to love. My parents didn't teach me how. I don't think they could really love, either. My mother tried too, though. She tried to love me. I even think she did, in her own twisted way. But not like in romance novels. She could never do that. And neither can I.
But I would at least try to. I wouldn't treat her the way Potter does. Like right now for instance. He is sitting with her in the Great Hall, eating lunch. And though she is talking to him, and she's right next to him, he doesn't even listen. I don't think he even sees her. He only has eyes for one other girl, Cho Chang.
I never understood what he saw in her. Of course, she is pretty, but not nearly as beautiful as Ginny is. When Ginny laughes, she shines. She is also so full of energy, so full of feeling. So full of love…
But love isn't the way she thinks it is. It isn't even close to that. And you probably think I'm not able to know that, right? That I've never really loved a person, so that I shouldn't be one to talk. But I have loved. I still do. And it is nothing like the love in romance novels.
Love is watching your one and only love with someone else, and though it rips your heart out, you hope she is happy with him. Because you know she will never be with you.
Love is dreaming about your love every night, trying to reach out to her, but she is always just out of reach. And when you ask her to come close, she just laughs and mocks at you. But when you wake up, you still love her. Even more then when you went to bed.
Love is longing for someone, and though you know you will never be able to have her, you wait, and don't start anything with anyone else. Just in case.
Love is loving someone for 6 long years, and still the feeling doesn't fade. No matter how much you want it too. No matter how much you try to push it away, try to hate her, try to despise her.
Love is not saying 'I love you', but insulting the person you love, just because you know it will make her much happier then when you actually tell her your feelings, even though it tears you apart inside.
Love isn't like butterflies at all.
Love, I discovered, hurts.
Author's Note: Soooo, I decided I liked this better as an one-shot. I shouldn't have tried to continue it in the first place, because it obviously didn't work out. Thanks for anyone who revied though, especially Moonyk, thanks a lot! I will probably put up a new story in a few weeks time, that will have multiple chapters. I hope all of ya aren't too angry with me…
Love,
Nicki