Always Yours, Never Mine

I know this is beginning to be unhealthy, thinking of you like this. I shouldn't. This should just be infatuation at most, friendship at best, but that doesn't explain why I haven't been able to face you for three years. That doesn't explain why you come into my mind when I'm alone, when I'm most vulnerable. That doesn't explain why, in my dreams, when Voldemort decides to AK me, you're the one that does some fancy bit of magic and saves me, and kisses me afterwards.