A/N: This is a short drabble-y ficlet that I wrote in an old notebook. I think I planned to extend it, but when I reread it I liked it as is. It's in Angelina's POV, and I think it's my justification to why George and Angelina ended up married in JK's family tree. Anyway, Enjoy. R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Resemblance
He resembled the man I fell in love with, but he wasn't him. And he never would be. I loved him in a way—in the way a wife loves a husband, in a way a woman loves the father of her children. But I would never love him the way I loved my first love. He had his face, but he wasn't the same person. And we both were well aware of that when we began this. I think we both got back a piece of him in each other and that was enough to overlook the fact that he would never be his twin. I loved him for that—and I truly believe he loved me for the same reason.