July 16th, Tuesday

Weird emotional breakdowns: 0; times I had to cry: 0; times Remus and I insulted each other: 0;

Oh happy day! Everything's fine again. I'm as balanced as I haven't been for the past – oh, I don't know, five years or so. My conversation with the "girls" yesterday made me realize that I'm not the only one with problems. Sure, men might not be their biggest problem, but they're causing trouble in everyone's life, not just in mine. And as for Remus? He did the most incredible thing. I don't know whether it was his idea or whether Mum or Molly said something, but he woke me up with breakfast again, brought me a rose, and said – and this is the exact quote –

"Nymph, I'm sorry for what I did yesterday. I didn't want to hurt your feelings. I was just surprised that you would start wearing totally different clothes all of a sudden. That does not mean I thought you looked bad – on the contrary, you looked stunning. But you actually look beautiful all the time, no matter what you're wearing or how you've changed yourself. I mean, if it came to me, you wouldn't have to change at all, I lo-like your natural appearance."

Oh. My. God. Did I just almost hear what I think I just almost heard? Was he really going to say "I love your natural appearance"? Because, well, everyone knows it's not that far from "I love your look" or "I love your eyes" to "I love you". But no, no, I mustn't think such things! It doesn't do me any good to get my hopes up just to have them shattered again. I've been hurt one too many times. Ooh, that sounded slightly melodramatic.

Anyway, I just sat there with my mouth open, not knowing what to say, while Remus seemed a little embarrassed at his little slip of words, though not sure what to do yet. He apparently took my silence as a bad sign and retreated to the door. At least Imanaged to bring out "Thanks" before he disappeared. After that, I walked around with a big, goofy grin on my face all day. Of course, I won't get my hopes up, no. I'm just happy about a compliment. Even though my mind can't resist singing "He loves me, he loves me!" from time to time. But let's forgive my poor little mind – it has been trapped here for more than three weeks, and with barely no alcohol to keep it running.

A/N: I'm awfully sorry that it took me so long to update! I hope you enjoyed this.