"James I just don't understand. You love her. The two of you have dated and are best friends now. You've gone through hell for this girl. Why won't you fight for her?" Sirius asks.
"You ask if I love her why won't I fight for her. That question is more complex than you'll ever know. I love her with all of my heart. She completes me. When I'm sitting, my only wish to be alone, realizing that the world is cold and feeling unwanted, she is the only one who can make me feel better, and she does without the use of words. Just her presence, her touch, a hug makes me feel that everything is going to work out ok and that as long as she's there nothing will ever hurt me. The irony is she is the one thing, the one person that has hurt me more than anything else. She destroyed me completely when she moved on. Taking more and more of my heart each time I saw them together, each time I saw them hug, each time I saw them kiss, each time I heard her describe how utterly perfect he is. Then, ironically, she helped me to heal, helped me to see that my world was still turning, that maybe it would be ok if I allowed myself to feel. The one thing she has never understood though is that I still love her, probably always will. She doesn't understand that every time she gets a new boyfriend I've died a little inside. She doesn't understand that I act excited about her relationships and that I play the dutiful role of the best friend while wishing that things were drastically different. She doesn't understand that as I watch them begin a new relationship that I wish we were in the second year of ours. He doesn't understand and I refuse to enlighten her. She knows that there is one girl that I refuse to tell her about. That there is one girl I want to be with. She just doesn't know that this one girl is her. Why won't I tell her? Why won't I fight to be with her? Because maybe our time is past, we had our chance and it's over. But mostly because I see her with him, I see her and she's happy. I see her and she has a smile on her face, laughter in her voice, mirth in her eyes, joy in her movements. I see that she is wondrously, overwhelmingly happy. And if she's happy that's enough for me even if I'm not quite as overjoyed as she is. I'll sacrifice my ultimate happiness because her happiness is what matters because I love her." James replied.
"Wow mate, didn't know you could be that deep," Sirius said softly.
"It's true love," Remus breathed, "something I don't think that we'll ever fully understand this sacrificing of self for someone else's happiness until we feel it ourselves."
'"James?" A soft feminine voice enquired. "Did you really mean it?"
"Lily! I didn't"
"James!" Lily interrupted, still rooted in her spot just inside the Head's common room, "tell me, did you mean it. Do you really love me that much?"
"Yes Lily," James answered her softly, "I do."
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