Too Late To Tell You

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A 20-year-old Lavender Brown roamed around in the local public library looking for books to read. She didn't know what she felt like reading, she just wanted to get a book and relax and forget about the troubles of her day.

She let her finger stroke across the shelf of book that lied in front of her. There was one book that caught her eye. She took the book and studied it. She didn't know why this book intrigued her. It didn't look that special, it just grasped her. A sudden feeling of reminisce flowed through her body as she held it in her hands. She flipped the pages and randomly stopped at a page. She gave a small gasp.

On that page was a song written by a former classmate of hers in Hogwarts, Ron Weasley. She smiled. She remembered him well. He was a good friend. It was really too bad that they did not kept in touch. She decided to read what he wrote.

{There's no one here

With opens arms you hold me

Just you and me

That's how I wanted this to be

Things stood in my way

All excuses, I kept a masquerade.

I can't say it's not fair

I lost my chance to share

So worried you'd say no

Now it's too late to know

All this time

I lost it all

I was too late

I never told you

So now and forever I cry

Every tear I shed because

I was too late to say

I love you

It hurts to see you

Because I know there's nothing I can do

Everybody pushed me, but I refused

How was I to know that they were right?

Now you're gone

And I'm left with nothing but my pain

It's all hidden in my eyes

All I wanted is for you to feel the same

What more can I say

All this time I lost it all

What would I give

For another day to come

To give me a chance to say

I love you

Like the sands of time

The pain has to end

It has to all come back to me

But I was toolate

To tell you

I love you }

~Ron Weasley~

'To the girl that I loved and lost without her knowing it. I will always love you wherever you are.'

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Lavender held the book close to her body. She looked out the window and the sun shone brightly on her face. She felt guilt. She felt no warmth. She reread the song again and a tear fell on the page, soaking the written words.

She shed more tears as she realized that song was meant for her .....