Anyway.
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I feel as though I've found my niche.
Like this is where I'm supposed to be.
Like this is who I'm supposed to be, really.
I look back on what I was before, and what I am now.
I couldn't make it being the tagalong.
I couldn't cut it as the pet of Gryffindor.
Riddle may think that he owns me after the Chamber of Secrets, but I won't live like that.
That was the old me.
Part of me is still like that.
But it's better somehow.
Different.
I know who I am.
He reminds me of who I am.
He's still got a mean edge.
But I know it's not really him.
He's so sorry everytime something escapes his mouth that he knows will hurt me.
I like it that way.
We understand each other.
No one really does.
They can't understand why we feel this way.
But we do.
And that's all that matters.
Because..I don't think I'd be able to let go of him.