Why did it have to be him?
Why did I have to love him so much?
Why did I trust him with my heart? I mean, after Krum broke it in the summer of sixth year, I thought that he would want to care for me and love me, keep my heart safe.
Liar. It's all a bloody lie.
Why did I want to kiss him everytime I was near him? All I wanted to do was touch him, look at him, breathe his air.
I was a foolish, lovesick puppy.
I was being fed lies the whole time. Did he even mean it when he told me he loved me?
Why in the world do I still have feelings for him?
I went on with it well after what I saw. I never really, truly, accepted it. And he went on with it.
Just like he is now.
It's like I was never there. I wasn't really his girlfriend. I didn't exist.
I was just air.
I don't know what I expected him to do. I guess I wanted him to apologize. But he didn't.
And why do I still want him to love me? Why do I not want to believe what I know in my heart that I saw with my own two eyes?
Why do I want him to come back to me, embrace me, kiss me again?
I don't know what's taken over me.
I feel so alone now.
I'm empty without him living, breathing, in me.
It's almost like he's taken my spirit.
I never knew how much love hurt. Unreturned love.
Like I have now.
If onlny I could have him back, accept him. But he won't accept me. He never really loved me. He's a liar.
He's a bloody liar, that Ronald Weasley.
And no matter what happens inside me, I still can't stop thinking about him. He's a haunting ghost living constantly, choking me.