My name is Harry Potter, and I'm a man of no action. There is no emotion that I can convey. Everything is stoic, just as my life is not, but should be. There is a path that we all take, where we must walk alone. This road will deceive you. It will destroy you. "Put one foot in front of the other", they say. Someday you'll reach the promise land. Someday dreams will be become reality. What we had, was simply a dream. A footnote in your life. Even at my best, I'll never be old enough, mature enough, or deserving.
Don't take this the wrong way. I want you to hurt. I want you to know, and feel that I'm broken. I look around this room full of memories. The good ones. The best ones. There used to be pictures on the shelves, and the walls. Slices of life where our time has crossed. Days and nights of happiness. We know each other in different ways. Intimately, intellectually and yet still not good enough. I want to say that you know me the best. But how much is "best" when I'm left without a home. No one to turn to. No one to say "hey, she cares", or "hey, she says I'm worth it". I just want you to be happy, but I do too. Our pictures are gone. All evidence that I lived here, this place where I called home, is gone. Did you notice? They all fit in a box. Our relationship is now defined by a cardboard box. Indistinguishable from all the other prisons of memories thrown away. Unimportant in the present; The past regrettable; a future untainted by regret.
I regret falling in love with you
it's unimportant if I love you now,
but I will love you, Fleur.
Always.