You should have known better. Your name is Anna Chang and her mother is Cho Chang and her heart was made to break and shatter.
But if you had known better than perhaps this love story wouldn't be playing, and make no mistake, this love story is the most beautiful kind of tragic; the kind that rips your heart apart and puts it back together all terribly wrong.
You met him in your first year, and the eve of the last day. You had lilies of the valley flowers in her hair and he smelled vaguely of mint. It was that moment, at 3:12, that black eyes met green and a love story of a part era was retold and kindled.
His name was James Sirius Potter and he was your knight on a chestnut horse.
Some people will say that true love at first sight is a lie for bards and timeless fairytales. But remember, somebody once said, "In the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairytale." And the story of James Sirius Potter and Anna Chang is nothing if not a modern fairytale.
You met him twice again, once in third and once in fifth, but it was in their sixth year when they realized it.
"Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?"
And so you went, you were dressed in light lavender to the point of white and he was dressed like a regular muggle boy in a tuxedo.
You and him were so perfect and everything and wonderful and every other word that could describe them that hasn't been realized yet.
Let no one say that you didn't ever love each other because you did.
But eventually you and him drifted away because life is a tidal wave and some loves just weren't built out of the right material. It was bound to happen but it doesn't hurt any less. He's James Sirius Potter, son of the hero of the Wizarding World and you're Anna Chang. Your mother destroyed his father's heart and every single tabloid says it's a love doomed to heartbreak.
Perhaps you realized that in a tiny corner of your mind a long time ago but you don't process it and it keeps on hurting. And even if your heart was doomed to hurting, it doesn't make the pain and what ifs and could be and lost chances and lost hopes and lost causes and it doesn't (it doesn't at all) hurt less.
You know all this.
It doesn't help.
That tiny pinprick of hope is the worst. Sometimes you wake up in the morning and hope that it'll be okay and he'll come back and everyone else would be wrong.
But you need a wakeup call and he isn't (get it through your thick mind) coming back.
Still, you wake up each morning to hope and go to sleep each night hoping for hope and even if hope is what keeps you holding on, it's also what's slowly destroying your heart.
It's okay though.
You'll be okay.
You'll make it through.
You'll whisper it and pretend if you whisper it enough times that pretending will fade into being and you'll be fine.
You'll let your heart break everyday because there's no other way. It hurts but sometimes the hurt reminds you that your name is Anna Chang and your heart was made to be broken.