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No Regrets

Every time your lips touch hers, I feel like dying.

Every time you whisper 'I love you' to her, I feel my heart shattering into a million pieces.

And it's all because I know that your kisses and your love will never be for me.

But I guess I can't blame you for it, can I? It wasn't your fault at all. It was mine. I never told you anything. And now that you have her, I suppose I never will.

I couldn't tell you. I don't know why. Maybe I was just so afraid of rejection, of the heartache that would follow. I was so stupid. The pain of rejection couldn't possibly compare to the pain of knowing that you will never know. And all because I was such a coward.

But these ramblings don't mean anything. Not to anyone. It will never mean anything to you, and it certainly doesn't have a meaning for me. Not anymore, at any rate.

It all ended when you fell in love.

I completely understand why you fell in love with her. Ginny Weasley is a kind, brave, and beautiful woman. A man would be crazy not to love her.

When I received your invitation, I fell down on my knees and started crying. It was over. Absolutely, positively, unequivocally over.

I couldn't have you.

Not when you were about to get married.

I wanted you to be happy. And if it meant sacrificing my own heart in the process, then so be it.

So I showed up at your wedding with a smile on my face and overjoyed congratulations on my lips. I carried out my duties as a bridesmaid, I caught Ginny's bouquet, and I danced at your wedding reception. And although, at the end of it all, I just wanted to start crying and screaming, I hugged Ginny and I hugged you and I wished you good luck.

I thought, May your lives be everything that mine will never be.

When I received your letters, three times in three years, I didn't cry.

I was expecting it, and I steeled myself for the pain.

So, I showed up at St. Mungo's three times with a smile on my face and overjoyed congratulations on my lips. I hugged Ginny and I wished her a speedy recovery. I held James and said he looked like you. I held Albus and said he had Lily's eyes. I held Lily and said she looked like Ginny. I became their godmother along with Hermione, and I doted on them, their sweet oddball 'Aunty Luna'.

I no longer feel any pain. Sure, I still feel sadness that I never got the courage to tell you that I loved you. But I no longer regret it. Life is just too short to keep on having regrets.

My smile isn't forced now. When James and Albus team up to terrorize Lily, my smile is real. When I find you and Ginny kissing in the kitchen, my smirk is the product of true amusement. When Lily asks me to tell her about Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, my grin is genuine.

I have spent a good portion of my earlier years loving you and receiving nothing in return.

About time I concentrated on my own smile, instead of yours.

I hope you have a happy life, Harry.

I know I will.