Sometimes I wonder. I wonder how four words could've changed my life so drastically. They confirmed the one in a million chance of my schoolgirl crush evolving into something more. In some other universe, did he never gather the courage to tell me? Was he too scared and preoccupied by the war? Is there another Luna out there that never had the pleasure to meet Neville Long Bottom? I like to pretend this isn't a possibility. Somehow we would've been brought together even if that day had never existed. The euphoria I feel when I'm around him, it cant just be because of one chance situation. Love would've found a way. In truth, I'll probably never know and I'm okay with that. Because, as I sit here resting my head against his shoulder, I know I love him, and I know he loves me. That's all I need. However, I don't think anything could stop me from reliving that moment, imagining those perfect words he said. "I'm mad for her."