We Were Bound | james potter

Being in love is hard.

It is painful in all the wrong ways and it constantly burns in the form of longing glances and hidden tears. It sounds nice on paper, the idea of loving someone so much that you'd do anything for them, the idea that they would love you the same. But it wasn't like that.

Everyone has the waking fantasy of falling in love, of it being gorgeous and beautiful and unexplainable. No one thinks about the possibility of it being unrequited. No one wants to think of the pain that comes along with it. Love sounds like a dance around each other, one that two people have been practicing separately all of their lives until the fateful moment their hands finally touch and they are brought together in the flow of the music. But really it's just longing, it's looking at her beaming face and wanting more, more, more - and never getting it.