It's odd, isn't it, how you think your first love will be your one and only? You always dream of having the kind of love you read about in stories, the kind in which you don't have to kiss a couple of frogs before you find your prince.

Unfortunately, that's not how life works.

I love you, Oliver. I've loved you for a long time, and I wish that you were it for me. I wish so badly that you were my prince, The One.

But we both know you're not.

I fell in love with you in my second year. I never told you that, did I? You were the only one who actually took my love of Quidditch seriously. Even Charlie Weasley, who prided himself on being able to spot the best talent in Quidditch, never noticed me.

But you did.

That was the moment I fell in love with you.

And when you asked me out in my third year, I was ecstatic. In that one moment, all my dreams had come true.

I built up a whole life for us in my head. I knew the fact that you're three years older than me meant that we wouldn't be able to see each other during my last three years in Hogwarts, but I swore to myself that it wouldn't matter. I swore that we would make it work. I swore that love would carry us through, no matter how cheesy and clichéd that sounds.

I just never realised how difficult that would be.

You're out there, in the real world, slowly becoming a famous Quidditch star. And I'm stuck here in Hogwarts, and the only time I truly get to see you is in the papers, when you're at some big party or your name linked to some floozy. I know it's not your fault. I know that's what comes with the territory of being famous. But none of that stops it from being difficult.

I love you. Merlin, I love you so much. But I can't keep doing this, Oliver. I can't keep – I don't even know how to write this.

I wish - I wish you were my Prince Charming, and I was your princess. I wish we were meant for each other. But we aren't.

I really did think I'd found my happily ever after when you asked me out. I never thought I'd be anything less than happy with you.

All fairytales end saying "they lived happily ever after." But how do we know that's true? Happily ever after is never that simple. Life never works out so easily.

I could go on dating you. It would be easy for me – it would be so very easy. I know that if I break up with you, I'm going to have to bear pitying stares and people whispering that they never expected it to last behind my back. It doesn't matter. Breaking up with you is the right thing to do, for both you and me. It's not easy, but it's right.

I love you. A part of me will always love you. You were, are and always will be my first love.

But I'm not in love with you any more. We've just grown too far apart, and I know you see it too.

This is absolutely the last thing I want to do, I hope you know that. But I have to do this if I want to move in with my life.

I won't say something so clichéd as I hope we can still be friends. I know that'll be difficult given our history. I do hope we can still keep in touch, however.

I love you Oliver. But I can't see you anymore.

Goodbye, Oliver.

Katie.

For:

The If You Dare Challenge, Prompt 816. End Of The Tunnel

King of the Fanfics Competition, Het OTP Breakup

House Point Competition, Quote: Sometimes we must choose between what is right and what is easy.

Greenhouse Competition, Sunflower

6 Senses Competition, Tired (emotion)

Hogwarts Classes Competition, Flying Class

Girl Scout Cookies Competition, Caramel deLites

Fantastic Beasts Challenge, Acromantula