(fanfic from Harry’s POV)
Why have I not felt that for anyone till now and why do I not feel it for anyone else?
How do I even tell you?
It was like I was sleeping all my life and when he kept his hand on my thigh for the first time I woke up and felt alive.
Every time I met him and spoke to him, I was just a lump of mush and love and gooey feelings overflowing from my heart.
I’ve relived those memories so many times and every time feelings flow through me from the place his hand was on me and fills me up and I start aching and craving for him.
My heart doesn’t seem to stop beating for him.
Now that I know what that felt like I’m not able to settle for anything less.
I crave for him so much, I feel like an indoor plant growing without any sunlight. Yes, it can grow without the sunlight and maybe it has to make peace with the fact that the magic of sunlight isn’t for it.
rachana rajan <3 