Like a Hurricane

Like a Hurricane

Once I thought I saw you

In a crowded, hazy bar

Far across a moonbeam--I know that's where you are

I saw your brown eyes turning once to fire

It was two years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday:

I was sitting at some Muggle bar in London with fire whiskey, drowning my sorrows. Looking up for some reason, I caught sight of flashing copper hair. I almost spilled my drink, trying to see through the dim-lighting of the bar. I think our eyes met because I still remember that electric shock I had realizing that it was you, realizing that you were there. I remember the anger and disbelief in your once-warm, brown eyes. Then you left, left me again with nothing but all of those horrible memories.

The time of the Great War--we used to love each other. We used to fucking love each other! And then you went, you left with the wind. You were like a hurricane; you came in unexpectedly and left almost as quickly. I should have prepared myself; I know that hurricanes never stay long.

You are like a hurricane

There's calm in your eye

And I'm getting blown away
Somewhere safer where the feelings stay

I want to love you but I'm getting blown away

That's what it was. That's what you said it was. You said I didn't deserve you, that life wasn't good enough for me. I said that I did so and life was perfect with or without you. Well, I lied, and you were right, Ginny. God, you were right.

But one thing I swear I will never do is apologize to you, Ginny. Malfoys don't apologize, especially not to Weasleys. And Ginny, my dear, you are no exception.

I am just a dreamer, and you are just a dream

You could have been anyone to me

Before that moment you touched my lips

That perfect feeling when time just slips

Away between us on our foggy trip

I remember when we fell in love. It was the first time I smiled, truly smiled, because I knew I was in deep shit the second we first kissed.

Remember that, Ginny? Remember that feeling of being perfect? It was beautiful. You are beautiful. My beautiful hurricane.

But that's the problem with hurricanes, you know: you cannot see them, but you can feel them. And when you feel them, you don't know what to do. You panic. Then, then you finally start to like the fact that a hurricane has actually graced and acknowledged your presence and you want more. But, of course, all good things must come to an end. In a flash, the hurricane is gone to surprise, please, and expose another person with its evil charm. And I thought I was the one who had evil charm.

I want another hurricane, Ginny. I want you and your hurricane.

You are like a hurricane

There's calm in your eye

And I'm getting blown away

Somewhere safer where the feelings stay

I want to love you but I'm getting blown away

I think we both remember when you left.

Ginny, I cried for the first time when you left. I cried forever and I'm still crying inside. I always wanted to know what happened to you. You left and I never saw you again. And I was blown away.

I acted like I didn't care, but Ginny, when you left, you took my heart. You took life because you wanted it. You took life and now you have it. Are you happy?

I wonder where you are now. Maybe you're with someone who deserves you or maybe you wander streets at night like I do, searching for fallen stars.

You are just a dreamer and I am just a dream

You could have been anyone to me

Before that moment you touched my lips

That perfect feeling when time just slips

Away between us on our foggy trip

Sometimes I wonder if it was all a dream. Your smile, your heart, your mind, your eyes, your soul--they were all so perfect. It's hard to believe it was real, hard to believe you were real.

The years just slip by now. Though I'm only 25, I feel like an old man. I feel like I need to quench a thirst I've had for years. I want to feel you again, Ginny. I want to hold you, kiss you, breathe you. I would give anything for you to be with me right now, for me to taste you in the wind.

I can't live like this, yet, I have. But is this really living? My vision is blurred when I wake up in the morning. I still forget you left and reach over, expecting to hold you again. I miss that. I miss you.

I'm sorry Ginny. I'm sorry.