It's funny how we remember certain memories from our past no matter how unimportant they may seem. But this is different; this isn't unimportant. This memory will last, like an old, yellowed photograph; this memory will stay in my mind. How can I push the image of my two best friends embraced in one-another's arms? How can I forget the image of the people who are most important in my life right now; the image of them pulled together like a magnet and a sheer piece of metal? Will I ever rid the reminiscence of their lips locked together, sharing a moment with the girl whom I wish to share the exact same moment?

Jealously is a powerful emotion. It can cause us to become somebody who we're not. We can act rashly, much unlike ourselves. So I promise you, Hermione, I will not act like that. I will take it with a calm and collected face; even if I'm dying inside. I used to laugh at the people who thought they would die because their heart was broken; I don't think I'll laugh any longer. Right now, I don't think I could laugh if my life depended upon it. Yet, people do act strangely when faced with jealously beyond your control. But I swear I won't be like that Hermione, I swear.

I feel like a prop. I'm part of the background that you and him act in front of. I'm an audience at the same time. An audience member with a blindfold over my eyes. I've been blind. Yet, I haven't. At least I think I've been a good friend. Why would you hide the fact that you two obviously have feelings deeper than friends from me? Are you trying to protect me from whatever it is you think will hurt me. Well I'm already hurt and you haven't even told me.

But I promised I wouldn't act like that, like any other person whose heart has been broken. Hermione, I need to know if you actually love him. Love is powerful, love is mind, love can change all wrong to right and at the same time create confusion beyond imagine. Do you love him? When he holds you, do you love him? When he gazes into your eyes, do you love him? Do you love him the same way that I love you? Do you know that my heart leaps every time I see you; that just being close to you makes everyday the best?

I sound like an actor rehearsing lines to himself; lost and confused. I don't where I'm going or what I plan or what I'll be doing even in an hour from now, but I can think. And I think that I'll be trying to rid the image of you and him from my mind.

Memories haunt. Memories are deeper than dreams, deeper than the deepest oceans. Memories become engraved on the mind of unsuspected people. Memories are disease. They do not bring joy; they bring pain, and past thoughts and feelings. They force us to remember the past, remember misery and strife.

And now I'll sit here, holding this unsent letter to you, Hermione; I will sit and remember. Remember the memories, because what else can you do?