Love Me Again In Paris

Love me again in Paris

Angst dialogue prompt no. 5- "I don't want to see you hurt." "But you hurt me." // Angst // hurt/comfort//

I saw the love that was found in the heart shaped hand gestures or the dried rose in between a book or the sunflower turning to face the sun or a kid loving it's bike or the love between birds sitting on a pole. I saw all that love that glowed even the darkest of the days including the love all my friends found, but I was so stupid to think that love for me could be so simply last like a dried up rose between a book. I should have known better than to keep my heart out on the line and see my heart getting crushed. I should have known better before I surrendered my heart to you. I was such a fool to wish upon love but no matter how much I might hate loving right now, I can’t bring myself to regret falling in love with you. I saw your love in the ways you used to get out pictures printed for an empty frame and hang it above in the living room, or the way you had a photo of me on your work table, I saw the way you showed your love in the way you used to show me all your personal recipes even though we only 1 hour to spend together, or the way I was your screensaver on your computer screen. I saw your love in the ways you used to change our bed sheets without me even asking you to or the way you used to ready our bicycles on a random Saturday morning just so we could spend some time together in that serene times. I saw your love in the ways you used to give me your favourite t-shirt or in the ways you used to lend me your favourite ring even though you were very possessive of it. I saw your love in the ways that you used to annotate sentences in the book that used to remind you of us but forget to show me or the way you used to lean all across table just to kiss me. I saw your love in the ways that you used to write me love letters and send it to me randomly during work or the ways you used to call me up randomly at work and say that you missed me. I saw your love in the ways that you always had an extra orange juice bottle in your fridge for me even though you hated orange juice or the ways you had my box of cereals at your place just for the mornings where I stayed over. I saw your love in the way you used to say things and in the ways you used to make me feel special but I was a fool to believe we’d last, not because I would have given up on you but because my fate is written with the end of all the most beautiful things in the world and you were the most beautiful of them all. I don’t regret loving you though, I’d had fought for you till my limbs would’ve given up but I did and that perhaps is my greatest regret. My regret is not loving you, oh it was a mistake, loving you was a mistake but not a regret. A beautiful mistake it was loving you because I became a fool in love but never a regret because it was you. 

But I hope in whatever godforsaken time we get together, again, that time we last. I hope then that we don’t say sentences like “I don’t want to see you hurt,” “But you hurt me.” I hope whenever the time is right and we cross paths again, I’m brave enough to love you again and not given up on you like I have today. I hope that whenever we cross paths again, we runaway to Paris and stay there for a week and let ourselves fall madly in love with each other that by the time we come back, we end up together, forever. I hope that whenever we do get together again, we sing and dance to all our favourite songs in the middle of the rain and fulfill our fantasies. I hope in whatever times we get back together again, we work that time and I start to believe in love once again, that in whatever times we get back together, we re-write our own book together and show it to the whole world. 

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Harry : I have 99 problems and being with you can solve all of them

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Draco in bed after s*x: see you later, alligator

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Angst prompt no. 12- "I don't want us to be stranger's again" // thank you so much for saying that | TW- MILD ANGST| HURT/COMFORT |

We come in silence and we go in silence, we are born alone and we die alone, and we also love alone. Our hearts and our bodies are only given to us once and its on how we decide to abuse it. I would never call loving you an abuse, but i ripped out so much of myself to you just so i could love you that right now I remain with nothing but the flawless memories that stands with as a nightmare curling me into pain. I wanted to love you to the moon and back, i wanted to love till the sun died out but I think whoever wrote out stories had an effortless plan of keeping us apart but I think i would’ve loved you to the moon and back but I pondered over it so much that i realised that in the moon and back, I may go to the moon and never come back because my plane crashed, it doesn’t make sense but it makes in my head. I like to think that we never truly could love each other, we just loved the versions we spun out for each other but even if we wanted to stay till the original version, i think our mystery life writers thought otherwise, perhaps they knew better than we did. 

I think i would still be able to smell you in the rain because you always smelled so damp, it’s not particularly a smell that people adore, but i sort of liked it, i always thought it was earthly and reminded me of the greyish shade of the cloud i loved before the thunderstorm and the soft patting sound of the water dripping on the leaves, i think you always smelled so damp because you left your laundry wet for a little more longer than it was supposed to and I know i made fun of it, made limericks even but i hope you know that I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Do you know the colour of your eyes? There’s something intriguing in the way it only shines when you are smiling or you’re laughing because I have looked at your eyes in the sun but your loneliness was eating you alive, that your eyes never shone. I always liked the colour of your eyes. I always wonder if you thought about my eyes the way i do when we’re outside in the garden looking at each other. I wonder if you do it,or if you did it but i think it doesn’t matter any more now, our eyes doesn’t perceive each other the same way now. 

I always thought I’d ask you for a dance and we’d spin around the room and we’d laugh and we’d stare at the chandelier then we’d collapse on the ground because our head doesn’t stop spinning, i wonder if you’d take my hand if i asked you for a dance. I want us to grow old together and buy a house together and have a little dog and kitten but I think our holding hands together had sparked out infinities but it occurred to me one late night that our infinity is hollow, there’s nothing there, just you and me and I don’t want to think it’s boring, but isn’t it, just you and me? What if in a chaos one of us would wanted to go away for a while but we’re stuck in that infinity ring. But i think we found ways to escape anyways, It was after all you and I. 

I always liked to think that we’d have a name plate that would say “ Potter’s and Malfoy’s “ but now it leaves me empty to think about it, I think someone would paint over our nameplate and destroy it. I liked to imagine that we’d never end but even the empires who thought would live forever died. If we’re both the logs in a fire then i think we are the last one’s who kept the fire burning till the morning arrived and we died because of the air that poured in. I think somewhere our story writers are good and they’d let us end up together and in one time we’d talk with the painters about the exact shade of cream colour we want and the exact shade of blue we want for the kids, I think we exist somewhere, where we survive through it all and i still love you for you and you love me for me and we love each other to the moon and back, i think we love each forever somewhere even if forever doesn’t actually exist. I just like to think of our every possibility so at least in one of our realities or in one of our lives, we end up together with no complications, where our life have an happy ever after, i think somewhere we do, perhaps though not this life. 

“ I don’t want us to be strangers again “ I had spoken to you. You kissed the top of my head and you tell me we won’t be. 

But today as months have went by, you and I, we’re soulmates, just not the ones who end up together. 

You don’t speak to me anymore but you smile at me and somewhere it gives me hope, but where darkness inside me remains, it tells me you’re never coming back for me, never and I would die without your name to add to mine and i think one day i’d be okay with it, not today but one day. 

I don’t want to be strangers again, but i think we are, we’re just the one’s with bittersweet memories. 

Come back for me one day, Harry, come back for me, I don’t want to be strangers again, not with you because in one of our realities, my plane doesn't crash.

This is so short and I don't know why..

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This breaks my heart in 16 different ways everytime I read it

Microfic: timeline

In some other timeline, we would be together and you and I would have a love that might hold all the promises of forever.

I would share playlists with you, dedicate songs to you and we would hear them out together through wired earphones because I want to be close to you.

I would write more for you, write more of the stages that built up towards I love you but this once, instead of seven stages, there would be more.

I would tease you with the words "hello future husband" because I want to be the reason for that soft blush that tints your cheeks.

In some other timeline, where we are together, we would hold hands in the back of the cab or in secret when we're with our friends or in the back of the theatre.

In that timeline, you might not run from this.

In that timeline, I would love you the way I did in this one but more.

But this is a goodbye to what we had in this timeline, this is where I write the end without a soft epilogue where you and I are together.

I swear to you, in that other timeline - I'll search for you and when you're there with me, I'll do this all over but this time we'll write this story together.

I love you, goodbye.

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this one is a personal to me, I might've shed a tear or so.

Face planted into the bed and hurt my nose 😭

So far my day today:

Feeling dead

Slipped from the sofa and fell on the floor.

Having crisis to pick myself back up