Song- When Ginny Kissed Harry, Nicholas Hooper.
There is this fantasy I have. There is this boy, fully dressed in brown with eyes darker then the night sky and filled with star-like specks. Sometimes he is in my dreams, and sometimes I swear I see him out the corner of my eye. Sometimes we are holding hands, with our legs dangling freely off the side of a cliff, and others he is slipping behind the old shelves in the library. Sometimes, I am chasing him in the forest, winding in and out of trees, both our chests heaving with the exertion of the pace, and sometimes we are side by side, painting every detail and blemish of each others' wonderful faces.
His face is stunning - almost in an inhuman way, his nose crafted with delicate precision and his lips sit just slightly parted, oh how badly I want to press them against mine; hoping they are as soft as they look. Sometimes we are running away together, far off into the horizon, his hand clutched in mine as the sun spills rays over the hills, how careless we are; so young, so naive.
One day, I will find my boy dressed in brown.
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The Boy Dressed in Brown
RomanceThe world is a cruel place. It gives whispers of hope, blowing wafts of it towards us just often enough that we are baited into its callous trap. Just often enough, that we keep grabbing for it, yet we can never reach.
