It's kind of funny, isn't it? I mean, that you've been having a crush on someone for years without telling him and when you've finally decided that's there's no use in holding to your feelings than that someone finally decides that he could maybe fall for you as well? But guess what? That's what happened.
I've been loving him for years, since I first saw him. But he didn't notice. Didn't realise that I was even alive, I suppose. So I gave upon him, tried to fall for another guy. It almost worked, though I just couldn't forget my first love. Tough luck, now, when I finally got another guy and my only love is longing for me.
What to do now? Shall I stay with Harry, who obviously loves me or shall I confess my love?
Gosh, I don't know. I mean, Harry's kind of a nice bloke, funny, nice and all of this, but I can't forget about my one, true love. If only Neville noticed before, how would things have finally turned out? Maybe I'd be Luna Longbottom instead of Luna Potter by now...