All Too Well (H.S)

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This thing called love

I just can't handle it

This thing called love

I must get 'round to it

I ain't ready

Crazy little thing called love

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Being a sympathetic person is just simply a curse.

I used to think that being sympathetic is such a nice quality to have.

But no.

I sympathize with people who shouldn't deserve my sympathy. I sympathize with people who hurt me.

But because they went through something too, I still feel sad.

When Harry told me everything that went down in the past three years, I felt so sorry for him. I felt sick to my stomach that people could use him and control his life.

I thought, how could someone use and manipulate the sweet, soft, boy that I loved with every fiber of my being, and force him into something he didn't want?

But then I remember, he had a choice to leave in the first place. He had the choice to wake me up and tell me exactly what was happening. He could have brought me along. He could have just asked for help.

But he chose not to, and left me in the dark for three whole years.

I would have understood. I would have fought for him with everything that I had. I would have maybe made those three years of misery, much more bearable .

I hate that the understanding side of me is coming out.

For just this once, I don't want my heart to take control.

I don't want to understand it. I don't want to sympathize with him.

I just want this pain in my chest to go away everytime I look him in the eyes.

Because those same eyes come from a man who used to tell me he loves me. The same eyes that used to watch me as I showered him with all the love I have in this world.

The same man who told me forever but left me all alone.

I'm trying.

I'm trying my hardest to let him back in for Phoebe's sake.

But it's just so goddamn hard.

I thought that if he ever came back, he would be a totally different person. That fame would have changed him.