Disclaimer- So, this might come as a shock to you, but I DO NOT own Harry Potter...nope
I took another deep breath. This was it. The night before my wedding. My last night as Lily Evans. After six o'clock tomorrow night, I'll be Lily Potter forevermore. I looked into the mirror yet again, checking to see how I looked in my wedding dress. Corny as it sounds, I've been doing this every night for the past two weeks. Getting out of bed in the middle of the night, sneaking in to try on my wedding dress. I love being a bride. And I love it a lot.
My last day as a single woman. Whoa, I thought, as I slipped out of my dress and into my pajamas. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love that I'm going to be married for the rest of my life. I love saying that I'm going to be married for the rest of my life. It makes me feel…loved. It's just when I put into the words that I'm never going to be single again…it just takes me by surprise.
I walk back down the hall of my parents house, back into my room. I plop back down onto my bed and sigh. The clock say's it's 1 AM. Time for bed, I'd say. How I'm going to fall asleep when I'm this hyped up is beyond me. How does any soon to be married fall asleep the night before her wedding?
As I reach up to turn off my light, I see a stack of papers lying on my desk across the room. Hmm…I don't remember putting those there. I stand up and walk over there. Letters. A big ole stack of letters, written on parchment, some looking nearly a decade old, others looking like they had been written yesterday. They were all neatly tied up with a note on top. I picked it up and it read-
Lily-Tomorrow we marry. I've been waiting for that day since I was 11 years old. Seriously. When you read these letters, you'll get the gist of it. See, since the day we met, I've been writing letters to you. Explaining everything I've ever done to you, near you, because of you. Everything you've ever made me think, feel, or do, I wrote a letter about it. It started out as one of those things you do to get out your honest emotions, with no real intentions of sending them. Then when things got serious between us that changed. I want you to read them. I want you to know how much I've always loved you and how special you really are to me. And this is the only way you can really know. Happy readings.
-James
I smiled to myself. This was the sweetest thing any guy could have ever done. And it was only my guy who would do it. I glanced at my clock. 1:03 AM. My wedding is in seventeen hours….
Hmm…it would be rather interesting to see what my husband (inner spasm at the word husband) had thought about me throughout our relationship. And, as I don't really plan on sleeping much tonight-I might as well read them now.
So I untied the string, reached out to grab the first one, opened it, and began to read…
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