Reasons Why
Because you were the first in so many things
Because you called me beautiful, lovely, intelligent—and you meant it.
Because you made me feel good.
Because you got things few really understood.
Because I remember very few awkward moments with you.
Because you told me about magic.
Because I thought I could tell you everything at first.
Because you were my first best friend, and so far no one has been able to fully fill that empty space
Because you made me laugh
Because I trusted you completely.
Because I thought you would always be there for me.
Because when I think of how I felt in the beginning, I think of sunshine.
Because you held my hand one day.
Because I realized that you flattered me too much.
Because you believed me when I acted ignorant of your feelings.
Because honestly, James was always there in the end.
Because you sometimes made me feel uncomfortable and wary.
Because you never really meant it when you promised not to become a death eater.
Because you hurt people, and thought I'd never know.
Because you actually believed in all that rubbish of pureblood supremacy.
Because you broke my trust.
Because you called me that horrible word, and said it slipped out.
Because you broke my heart.
Because the few things you didn't get, were so vastly important.
Because my friends disapproved.
Because you chose your 'friends' over me.
Because those moments that were awkward, were horrible, torturous, like someone was yanking out my fingernails.
Because you changed from my best friend to the enemy.
Because you forced me to kiss you.
Because you scare me now.
Because I can't look at you the same.
Because you abandoned me.