rachana rajan <3

(fanfic from Harry’s POV)

So I re-read the little prince the other day, why does it make more sense to me every time I read it?

He goes to a garden with thousands of roses but he still thinks about his rose in his tiny planet. Why do I do that too? Why do I keep thinking about that one rose when there are so many roses out there in this world. Why do I feel like I’m slowly dying without it?

Has it really been a year? Why do I cry like it was with me just yesterday? Days just keep passing, but why am I not moving?

Do I really want the world to know me? No, I just want to blur in the crowd. My whole world is just that rose in my tiny planet.

I’m just withering away as the days go by. So is my tiny little heart. I hear Taylor singing somewhere in the background that it was never mine to loose.

I think to myself she is right and I’m delusional. Maybe this won’t matter in few years or maybe it will still matter. But life goes on nevertheless.