My love for him was not some measly crush. It was not childlike or a cliché teenage romance but quite beautifully all consuming. He occupied my brain so frequently, for a while I could swear he never left it. I cherished so many things about him, like how his whole face smiled when he was happy and it was almost impossible not to smile back, how animated he became when he spoke about his passions, how after teasing me he'd hug me to remind me he wasn't serious and how he truly cared for those he surrounded himself with. I'm eternally grateful that I got to experience all that and more.
The beauty of his face came second only to the beauty of his mind. He amazed me by taking my thoughts to new places with a simple sentence and I found myself longing to drown in his words the same way he expressed he wished to drown in my eyes, if only he could gaze into them long enough.
Whenever anything happened, no matter how small, he became the first person I wanted to tell. I wanted to share everything with him, my dreams, my secrets, even my life. We would piece together stories with each other from snippets we'd heard in classes or passing whispers in the corridors. The two of us were probably the most well informed people in school because of one another.
He'd drag me out of bed in the evenings, for no reason other than to hear my voice, and we'd talk to the early hours of the morning about anything and everything, gazing out upon the world before us, because neither of us wanted to give into the creeping hands of slumber.
He told me he loved me one of those late nights in a way that felt like he had been holding it in for so long, as if the prior nights were needed to work up to this confession. When the words left his slightly chapped lips my mind went blank, almost as if every stress and worry I had in that moment vanished and all that was important in life were his words. It sounds silly but in that moment I swear I felt my heart glow as, what must have been a thousand, butterflies gambolled around my chest, but it was too surreal to even begin to construct a sound sentence. After that moment my whole world was different, everything seemed brighter, I felt like I somewhat understood the world, I was no longer lost because I had found him. My name in his mouth was like the finest poetry and I will always miss the home that is him.
And so here is the story of how I fell in love with a Weasley.
