Everywhere

Recently


I discovered something.


I notice you





Everywhere.





Now


This is not to say


That I look around the grounds of our school


And you are suddenly there.


No


That’s not it.


But you are





Everywhere.





I know that I am not the


First person


To ever


Feel


This way about


Someone.


Since I was little


I have heard stories


Listen to songs


And read poems


About how people in love


See


The one they love


In all they do.


It’s true.


And to anyone who


Says that this is a lie


Is a liar.


I see you in all I do.


Well more so


Things that remind me of you.


Hermione has a tendency


To quirk her eyebrow when she’s talking to me about something important.


And in that


Is you.





Everywhere.





Ron sets his jaw


When he’s thinking.


You do that


When you’re thinking


And in that is you.





Everywhere.





When I’m on my broom


I get this rush.


The wind whips through my hair


And I am flying


Fast.


No one can touch me.


And nothing can make me feel like that.


Except you.


You take me higher.


I fly faster.


The wind whips through my hair


And suddenly I notice.


I never left the ground.





Everywhere.





I remember the first time


I felt magic flow through me.


It felt like my heart was going to explode


From such a sudden rush


Of just being


Happy.


I get that rush


When I touch your hand.





Everywhere.



I love chocolate.


The taste


The texture


The feel of it melting on my tongue.


But I love


You


So much more.


The way you taste


The texture of your skin


The way your mouth seems to melt against mine.


Like I said.





Everywhere.





I’m not as smart as you


I don’t have your mind


Or your skills


So using big words


Or large phrases


Will get me no where


Because I know that


They won’t come out right.


I won’t say that the stars remind me


Of your eyes


(even though they do)


because it won’t come out right.


I won’t tell you


That your skin feels like silk


(even though it does)


because it won’t make sense.


And I won’t tell you


That holding you


Is like holding happiness.


(even though it is)


I won’t tell you


That somehow


You have managed to convey


Love and


Hatred.


Passion and


Indifference.


And


Beauty.


(I can’t call you anything but beautiful.)


In one person.


You are every wonderful


Word


And thought


I have ever


Read


Heard


Thought


Or spoken.


And every one I haven’t.


You are every


Priceless picture


Hung in a gallery


Across the world.


You are every


Portrait of a family member someone loves.


And considers priceless.


You are every


Tear cried out of joy


And every one not.


I love you.


Even if you won’t say it back.


I love you.





I love you.





I love you.


Everywhere.