what could she do? what could she say? she still had some color in her life, while his seemed to have washed away.
“I remember the first time we met, all those years ago in first year. I remember being entranced by her beauty, her intelligence. Girls that pretty weren’t meant to be that smart. The first time her hand shot up in class, it was Charms if I remember correctly. That was when I knew, I knew if I didn’t force myself to hate her then I’d irrevocably fall head over heals. Looking back, it was stupid really, because I was already head over heals.”
For Melina. Happy Birthday bby! I love you and am endlessly glad I met you! XXXXXX
“I was never sure of myself when it came to him. I didn’t know how I felt, and it scared me. It wasn’t something I could simply look up in a library book. At times he’d have me giddy, just by smiling at me. That was what annoyed me the most, I had no control. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t hate him. I couldn’t hate him because I loved him. People say there’s a very fine line between the two, but there isn’t.”
For Melina. You’re second birthday present, cause that’s how much I love you! XXXXX