Dear Insignificant speck,
Do not even bother attempting to patronise me; can you not tell that I do not like you? Why do you think that showering me with compliments will make me suddenly fall in love with you? It won't. You say you love me, but if you did love me you wouldn't have done all of those awful things to me in our first year. I loved you, James. I'm not going deny that I once did. You're face and everything about you made me just walk up to you and kiss you. But what you did to me, you messed with my brain. But I hope you can notice the past tense. I loved you. Loved. Not anymore, because now I've moved on. Like you moved on from my sister. My sister, James. Why did you do it? Why? Why did you go up to her and do that? I just want an answer as to why you did it. Was I not enough? Did you think it would get me jealous? Because, yeah it did make me jealous. Of course it did. It destroyed me. Completely. So now you attempt to tell me you love me. Serenading me with love letters. Saying ' I love you I love you I love you' - You obviously don't if you'd have done something so heartbreaking to me.
Lily Evans.
