“Draco always said that there are people who love the sky, no matter what the weather and that one day, I would find someone who would love me in the same way.
He is Draco Malfoy. Obviously, he was right. I found that love. I found him. Because he loved me with his heart and soul.
He loved me on the warm, happy days with his tender smiles and embraces. When the highs were too high. With his eyes, with his touches and the small gestures.
But he loved me when I had constant meltdowns, on the nights of endless tears and through the nightmares and fears too. When the lows were too low. With his reassurances, with the way he held me a bit closer to him.
He loved me when I was as still as a day.
He loved me when I was a hurricane.
He loved me with the way he would whisper my name in his softest tone as though it was born from his soul and nurtured by his voice.
He and I, we were black and white. So different, yet so similar. Now that he isn’t here with me, it’s as if I have lost my other half. I have no one to balance me out, no one to love.
Oh, there is so much I wish I could say to you, Draco. You taught me the names of the stars in the sky, taught me to play the piano, you taught me how to make snow angels at midnight because I had only ever made one in my life, to bake and to love.
But you never once taught me to be in a world without you in it, without you by my side, without your hand in mine, without you to come back home to.
Because wherever I would be or when I would run out of roads, you brought me back home to you.
I wish I had lingered for a one more with you that night, whispered a soft ‘I love you’ or held you close to me. If only for a moment.
I’m sure that if you were here, you would’ve said that I shouldn’t be such a sap and that you have a reputation to uphold.
But I once found a picture of us in your wallet. A Polaroid. The one we clicked on our first date, and I remember the way I said:
"Oh, you’re such a sap, Draco. I have a reputation to uphold.”
It elicited that soft, fond laugh out of you.
I wish I could’ve heard that one more time too.
I wish I could’ve heard you whisper “wait for me to come home” through the phone.
So, in another life, I hope I find you once more and love you in the same ways that you loved me.
Wait for me to come home.
Back to you."