I used to love you. Every moment was spent thinking about you, wondering if you were happy, if you were sad, if you were mad, and above all else, if you loved me back.
You never said it, but anyone with eyes could tell the truth. You just chose to tell me you loved me in a different way. Opening doors for me, giving me flowers... all the things a man in love does. You are a gentleman, James Potter.
In the beginning, I wondered if you loved me. Now I wonder if I do. Your smile doesn't give me goose bumps anymore. Your sobbing causes me no pain. I used to love watching you sleep, laying on your stomach, innocent, and pure; like an angel. Now I don't even care.
I don't know what's wrong with me. By all rights, I should love you. But I don't, and I don't think I ever will.
Before you ask, no, there's no one else. I can't cheat on you, James. I may not love you, but I can't do that to you.
I feel so much pain inside. I don't know if I should stay or go. Darling, I just don't know. But my decision isn't mine to make anymore, it's all ready been made.
James, please don't cry. And don't let your love for me die. We're starting a new life, just me and you and the baby. In a few months, he or she'll be born, and every child needs two loving parents.
