I Remember

I Remember

~By Chronic Chaos

~*~

There are so many things that I remember about my dear Neville; things I will treasure for ever more and never forget. So many things which I hope will never leave my mind, things that will never leave my heart.

I remember meeting him. I remember seeing the tears in his eyes as he searched frantically for his toad, one of the few things in the world that really knew him.

I remember the first time he melted a cauldron; he was so embarrassed that he nearly cried. I remember placing my hand on his consolingly, and telling him that everything would be okay.

I remember when the toad died. I remember holding him in my arms so tightly, so sad that he was in pain, yet so happy that I was holding him. I remember never wanting to let go, yet knowing that at some point I would have to.

I remember our first date together. I remember drinking a butterbeer, and sharing a chocolate frog. I remember the smile glued to his face and the identical one on my own.

I remember our first kiss. Sweet, tender, so loving.

I remember spending the summer at his house, where his grandmother would bake us cookies because she thought we were the "cutest thing she'd ever seen."

I remember the first time we made love. It was the most sensual and unforgettable events in my life.

I remember falling asleep in his arms on countless occasions, after a night of simply staring at the stars and each other.

I remember the night he proposed. I remember every word he said, every expression on his face as he said it.

I remember spending nine months carrying his babies. I remember giving birth to both and listening to his joyous voice telling me that we had two beautiful baby girls. I remember hearing him say each of their names, his voice cracking.

I remember the years that we watched those children grow into young women, marrying people that they loved as much as we loved each other.

I remember the look on his face when we learned we were going to have grandchildren; it was the happiest expression I had ever seen.

I remember his funeral. I remember nearly leaving because I couldn't take it any more.

I remember being angry. I couldn't help but wonder why he left me alone in the world. I wanted to lash out.

But then I remembered.

I remembered him telling me that everything would be alright; that he would wait for me in Heaven and that when it was my time to come and see him, then it would be so. I remember crying and holding my hand as he left me, trying my best not to hate him for not staying longer.

I remember every line on his face, every hair, every freckle, every scar on his body. I remember kissing each and every inch of this beautiful man and I remember him doing the same to me.

I remember my best friend, my lover, the love of my life.

And I will never forget.