Written for MadHatterBellatrix10's 7 days of Taylor Swift over at HPFC.
For Vicky. I love you, dear, and I never wrote you anything for your anniversary. You're amazing and flawless and stuff and are one my closest friends online.
Getting Over You
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i. if this was a movie - 'not before i knew how much i had to lose'
I'd loved him, I had. Every waking moment of the day. Every sleeping moment of the night. I'd loved him.
Had he loved me though? I thought he had, he said he had, he had me fooled. He said he loved me and I'd believed him. Somehow, now I don't.
I'd liked him since Hogwarts. The great Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Three years my senior, and the guy I'd always thought to be like a brother.
Maybe it's true, what they say. Maybe the whole 'high school sweethearts' thing never works out. Except I can't even be sure we were that: sure, we'd dated during the last two months of my fourth year and his seventh. But that didn't suddenly make us high school sweethearts.
See? My head's spinning. I'm not even sure of what I believe in right now. My feelings are conflicted. I'm confused. I sound like a retarded drama queen even to myself. I sound weak.
But I had been scared, I had. I'd loved him too much to ever realise that he was older than I was, he was much better a person than I could ever be. In short, I didn't deserve him. I'd loved him with all my heart and when I realised that he probably didn't love me back , I'd shattered.
I'd realised too late. I'd lost too much.