Love is a Battle field

If this were a movie here would be where the camera would swoop in, in a dramatic wide shot. Starting in my lap where I’m holding the dieing body of the man I love. Ending far above the battle field that surrounds us. Everyone else moving in slow motion possibly in black and white. Music would be swelling over the faint sound of my tears and him telling me to never let go or saying as you wish, or god forbid quoting Romeo and Juliet. Fading to black signaling the end of a life.

But this isn’t a movie this is life and all there is, is people rushing round us trying to find their own loved ones. I’m not the only who is losing someone. But in the end all anyone sees is themselves. So, I’ll admit I have no clue where my friends are, if their getting the medical attention that they need or have lost someone special to them.

When you learn about wars its seems like the fighting lasts for years and I guess this one did too but I thought the Final battle would have lasted longer. I’m sure smaller battles are still to come but this one seemed to end too quickly. Everything ends too soon. He was the first person that I looked for when all I saw standing where the other Order members. I have known him for years but never paid attention. I never saw the brilliance that is him. I mean that in every sense of the word. His intelligence, brightness, radiance, and intensity. I couldn’t tell you what he saw in me. I’m sure that he told me but I never questioned and I never will.

While I cry I can see many things pass behind his eyes. Confusion, love , fear, I can see him searching for something to say. I don’t think there is anything to say we love each other and we know that. But he opens his mouth to speak anyway he has to tell me, “Well, Granger, you going to prove that you are the smartest witch of our time and start with the healing, because I for one am not ready to die and didn’t think you were that eager to see me go.” and that damn smirk crossed his lips.