Paper Rings
Our friends were high when we first talked.
As high as the moon.
I knew for the moment I stepped in the Gryffindor's common room that I shouldn't have come.
Not to this party.
Not to you.
Barty told me I was going to have fun... But the second I saw you standing in a table, drunk and high, dancing like a freak and moving your hips, oh, I knew you were going to be the death of me.
To this day, standing in the altar, I can't fucking remember the song you were dancing to so passionately, all I remember is blocking all the sounds around me, my eyes locked up on you.
Just you.
Then you saw me, and I felt my breath stuck in my throat, my heart stopped beating. I was pretty sure I couldn't see properly, only your silhouette, and your hazel eyes, and your dirty mouth singing the dirty song, and, oh, your naked torso.
You were definitely going to be the death of me.
But then you winked at me.
And my heart started beating like a drum, like the music I couldn't hear but that you were dancing to.
The wine was cold when you invited me to your dorm after weeks of just chatting.
You didn't know how I felt, of course you didn't, I was good at hiding it.
You poured me some wine because I once told you it was the only type of alcohol I liked. You poured another glass for yourself, and act like you liked wine, but I remembered you telling me you considered it very soured and bitter, even a bit salty.
When I got back to my dorm at 3am, I memorized every book title beside your bed, and after some time, I have already read them all.
Months passed and you were getting more flirtatious by the days.
We were like cat and mouse for a month or two or three.
Until one night, that the music was loud, and the moon was high, like our friends, and you kissed me.
I knew that instant that everything has changed, because that summer, when my brother was escaping from our home, I went with him.
Now I wake up in the night and watch you breath.
Your parents acted like they didn't know what was happening between us, but the only person oblivious to what happened in that household was my brother, your best friend.
One day, a letter arrived to your home, a letter for my brother and I. The senders were my parents.
You kissed me once because you know I had a long night.
Kissed me twice because you said "It's gonna be alright".
Three times because I've waited my whole life.
Before the holidays ended, you took me out for dinner. I don't know how you tricked my brother so that he wouldn't find out, but you somehow did.
It was a muggle restaurant, and while we were waiting, you started playing with the paper in the table, but you dropped you drink on it, then you starting playing with the napkin but you broke what you were doing, so you started playing again with another paper.
I didn't know what you were doing, but then you showed it to me when our food had arrived.
You had made me a ring.
A paper ring.
And you kept doing it every date.
And I kept them all, so now I have a full box of paper rings.
Because no matter how much I like shine things, I knew in that first dinner that I'd marry you with paper rings.
Darling, from that day, to this day of our wedding, I knew you're the one I want.
I hate accidents because they're unpredictable, unexpected. Except when we went from friends to this.
I want you with paper rings, in pictures frames, in dirty dreams.
In everything.
One day you took me to the lake in our school, it was winter and the lake was like an icy outdoor pool.
When you jumped in first, I went in too.
You were surprise I had jumped to a freaking -almost- frozen lake.
"I'm with you" was all I said, even if it makes me blue, which takes me back to the color that we painted my brother's wall last summer.
And honey, without all the exes -mines and yours-, with all the loud fights, and the flaws, we wouldn't be standing here so tall.
I want to drive away with you again, but do it good this time, not just to the next neighborhood.
I want your complications too, and I hope you want mine.
I want to share my dreary Mondays with you.
I want your arms wrapped around me, and your stupid nicknames like "baby boy".
Oh, you're the one I want to be my husband, to have and hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us apart.
But even death wouldn't do us apart.
We are eternal, honey.
"Regulus Black's vows to James Potter
at their wedding".