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New Year's (Pt II)

Virginie's Point of View

December 31st

This is the happiest I have been in forever.  I end this year in hell to be finding myself reborn for this New Year.  I have found a home and a family, but I have mostly found myself.  I am not defined by what happened to me.  I am defined by how I fight through it.  I have learned more about myself more in these last few days than I have in my entire life.  I am done pleasing everyone. I am strong, I am me.  I am who I am, I can't help myself, and it just happens that it's the way Harry loves me.  I have no greater encouragement than that.  He has been so supportive when I had lost all belief in myself, he was the light to guide me home. 

I can't believe how far we've come.  Two years ago today, I was losing the only hope I had to get back with him again.  Considering where I find myself now, I am feeling so blessed.  I am literally taking in the moment, looking at everyone around me.  It seems like the scene is in slow motion like it is in a movie where everybody is happy and laughing.  It makes a genuine smile grow on my lips.  I am sitting on my favourite couch surrounded by my whole family.  To my right, I have Dad, sitting next to me, his arm resting behind me on the back of the couch talking to Desmond and Harry.  They both are on the other couch perpendicular to ours.  On my left, I have my little sister and Mark.  They were talking with me, but I completely lost focus and drifted into my own mind.  On the last couch, across H's is Robin, Anne and Mom talking about something that seems to interest my Mom a lot, because she isn't shy to speak in English to share her point of view.  This is truly a wonderful picture.

I get lost in it for a moment.  I end up gazing at Harry.  I look at him talk, being so passionate about whatever he is saying.  His lips are beautifully pouted and his hands are a wonderful work of art as he is being very gesticulative.  I love seeing him like that.  All my life, I have struggled to find somebody, a friend, a lover, that could match my level of passion.  I always felt a bit misunderstood and, to be quite honest, lonely.  That was until I found Harry.  At the beginning of our relationship, it was easy and we mostly chatted and emailed each other, always making small talk.  When we actually met on our dates, since I am all about communicating, it didn't take long to get him to open up as he seemed to have trusted me instantly.  I think that what was striking the most of our meetings was the calm and the serenity we had when we were together.  I was always stressed out about school, he had his shows and his hectic lifestyle, so that when we actually got the chance to hang out together, we just relaxed. 

Even though I was a big fan of his music and the persona he is on stage and in the band, I never expected him to be as wonderful of a human being as a friend and a lover.  I think, with everything I have learned in College, with Edgar Morin and so many other theorists, that Harry is a god.  He is worshipped and I am not going to lie when I say that I was one of those who saw him like that.  Getting to know him the way I did made me realise how human he really is and that's where resides his entire beauty.  He is vulnerable.  He is scared of a lot of things.  He isn't perfect.  I love him for his stubbornness, his cheekiness, his extravagance, his mood in the morning, his perfectionism, because it makes him who he is and I wouldn't change a single hair on his head.  Ever.  I take him as he is.

I am caught staring by a wide gorgeous and glowing smile destined to me.  I crunch my nose to Harry and grin in response.  He winks at me, something that makes me shiver with absolute delight.  I feel giddy and, above all, lucky. I smirk at him and absentmindedly toy with my lower lip as an idea blooms in my mind.

I release my lip and get up. I walk away from the couch to walk to Harry, not caring at all about our family around us. I get in front of my other half and flatten my hand in front of him, trying to keep my composure and be elegant. I straighten my posture and keep my head up straight, trying my best to imitate his posh accent.