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Post by ethan on Jan 3, 2009 1:07:20 GMT -5
I don't even know where to begin with this, Indigo. I just...can't. Thinking about the fact that my time at Hogwarts--my time with you is drawing to a close makes me shiver and close my eyes, if only to pretend it's not so. Thank you, Indigo Rena Grace. Thank you for coming into my life, and thank you for showing me that there is such a thing as...you know, loving someone. Who would've thought, eh? And by Merlin, it's possible. I just can't even begin to describe this jumbled mess inside of me when it comes to you. The 'us' began in third year, and for me, it's never stopped existing. So much shit has gone down, but when you come down to it, it's nothing. Absolutely nothing because it hasn't changed what I feel and what I want. You're just this constant in my life, Indi, and I wouldn't change that for the world. Your presence, our bickering, and even our rare and in-between good moments...that's what makes us so unique, so fucking brilliant. You make me tick in this insane way that no one else can, and that in itself should be more enough clue to the fact that we belong together. Pair that with the fact that you make my heart race and slow down all at the same time, and I can't really be without you for long periods of time...well, what does that make me?
Aside from obviously pathetic, that is.
I may be a fool, but guess what, love? I'm a fool for your silly antics, your radical tree-hugging ways, and the fact that you wouldn't give a sickle for anyone else's soul. I'm a fool for the way you tuck your hair behind your ear, the way you stand up for the things you believe in, and the way that you are capable of brightening up my fucking world with just your voice. By trying to describe all this, I'm probably underrating everything that I feel, I'm totally slaughtering it, but I had to give it a shot. I couldn't let this opportunity pass, of writing it on something I know you'll keep around, if only to be able to look at my picture from time to time... And just in case I wasn't clear enough before:
I love you.
Je t'aime.
There's nothing else to it, really.
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