Breathe Me In

See, that was always the thing with Harry and I. I couldn't help but find myself be drawn to him; his presence alone pulling me in like a second gravity. I could never resist him, and by this point, I knew that I must've had some kind of hold over him, too. Like magnets, we could find each other in pure darkness. It was those nights with him that I felt the most alive, the most free. But, also like always, the light of day would come and obliterate the majesty we had created mere hours before. Sometimes he would disappear with it, leaving me to wonder if I had dreamt of him instead.