*It's the last day of school and everyone is doing last minute packing. Lily, in a hurry, leaves a box full of the letters to James on the armrest of a common room sofa. James, seeing the box, picks it up and opens it and begins to read…This is his reply*
Dear Lily-
This letter was hard to write even though I've written you so many love notes before. My words before seem petty now and its hard to write down my feelings for you in the way I want to when I know you like me back. I was always trying not to look at you, it made my heart hurt. I'm sorry I never noticed how unhappy you were, I just wasn't seeing. All this year has been a blurry haze, a trance, feeling alright at the time but always missing something. You.
Don't talk about death, because if its one person who will survive it will be you. You have to survive. Don't even bother arguing back (even though I love it when you're cheeks go all red) because I'm right and I will never back down on this one. I will protect you until the very end. You will have an amazing life, so never talk about leaving. My life was boring, nothing compared to how brilliant you're life will be. I was always pretending to be amazing, but underneath pretty ordinary, nothing like you who are truly good at everything…your 'falling off the broom' skills in Quidditch are the best I've ever seen.
You could never be ugly, never be a shadow to me. You would always be beautiful, always spread light everywhere in my life. I want you to be my life. I need you. I need you like a person needs water, needs oxygen. You are and were always my life. And I will never let you go.
I love you more than words can say, more than music can move. I could tell you how much I love you by my words, but they are too crude. So I will resort to words of pure genius's:
"As
fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will
luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a'
the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I
will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run"
"This
feeling is like a wonderful sting.
I want this feeling to hold me
captive.
I wouldn't give this up, not even for all four seasons to
be spring."
"Have
seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills
Coming in
solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:
I have seen the
lady April bringing in the daffodils,
Bringing the springing
grass and the soft warm April rain.
I have heard the song of
the blossoms and the old chant of the sea,
And seen strange
lands from under the arched white sails of ships;
But the
loveliest things of beauty God ever has showed to me
Are her
voice, and her hair, and eyes, and the dear red curve of her lips."
"I
love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And
life in me is what you give"
"How
do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the
depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out
of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee
to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and
candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I
love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee
with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my
childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With
my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all
my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better
after death"
Sorry I didn't have any Shakespeare on here, I know how much you love him. Hopefully these poets can convince you.
I Love You. There are a million other ways to say it and other people could do it better than me, but they'd never mean it like I do.
James Potter