To start off this year with a new determined resolution.
I will not be in love with Harry Potter anymore.
This is more of a declaration.
But I wonder how is it possible that I begin to like him from the beginning.
How is it possible though? I wonder, on how I began to like him from the beginning.
I only saw him for the first time when I was nine years old, and when everybody was going in to the station...
I almost knew from that moment on, I will forever be attracted to him. He is like a sun, entities that attracts all stars and have everything rotating around him. It's more like a sickness. A disease, this obsession I have of him. I like him so much... so much that it hurts. Almost all I could think of is him.
I wished fervently that he would look my way, he would just look at me for a moment, and that would make my day.
I wonder if he knows of this, would he look at me more knowing how happy it would make me.
At least, those thoughts above are what I am all about for the first 4 years of my Hogwarts life.
But, as I sat there, watching the empty Gryffindor seat where Harry usually sits, I decided.
Yes, I would not like him anymore.
And then I dug into my pumpkin pie.