Lydia. (cutiemchotskirt) wrote in irreparable, @ 2010-06-28 11:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | oliver wood, verity |
The note is charmed for Oliver's eyes only. It's a trick she learned from working at the WWW. To anyone else it'll look like a History of Magic Essay.
My Dearest Oliver,
I hope you will have a chance to go back and read through your journal. Most of our relationship is detailed in there, as a couple of weeks ago there was a hex placed on the journals that brought out the truth in all of us. I think you'll find it to be enlightening. But I want to make things easier on you, so here's a letter you can read to give you a rundown. Hopefully it'll give you an idea of who I am, and what we had have.
Percy and his girlfriend Daphne started dating, and they were going for dancing classes. He convinced you to invite a girl along so we could all have a double date, and my name came up. Apparently, I passed your rigorous screening process, and you invited me out. That started our heavy, and suggestive flirting over the journals. Very suggestive.
You threw a party at your home, and my father and mother came along with me. That was our first night together, and it was amazing. I didn't know it at the time, but sex with you would become my absolute favorite activity. It was like the meeting and merging of two souls, rather than simply two bodies. We made it perfectly clear what we were getting ourselves into. We wanted to be discreet, to be safe, and to shag often. It was friends with benefits, the best kind of benefits in the world.
But our arrangement became public. When the hexed journals forced us to write down the truth and nothing but the truth, our sexual relationship was brought to light. Soon afterward, we decided to become more than simply friends who shag. You asked me to be your partner. Your forever. And I happily accepted.
The Wednesday before your accident, you came over after practice. We made love, napped, then were sitting down to lunch when we started to argue. The argument escalated. It culminated in your yelling that you were in love with me. The words had never been spoken between us, as we both take the sentiment far too seriously to throw it around when we don't mean it. I was shocked that you'd yelled it at me in such a way. Then you repeated yourself, and disapparated before I could respond.
We didn't have a chance to talk about it before your accident. I didn't have a chance to respond. I wanted to, but I was too stupid and stubborn. And scared. My biggest fear was that you hadn't actually meant what you said, or that you'd changed your mind about me because of our argument. I know those are silly fears, especially when there are so many more serious (or likely) things to be afraid of. Obviously.
One thing I've wanted to say to you for weeks now. And now that I have the courage to say it, you won't even remember. Sometimes it feels like you're a different person than the man I fell for, a different person than the man who yelled 'I love you' in my flat before fleeing our argument. But I know you're still you. And I haven't stopped loving you. I'll never stop loving you.
The one thing I've wanted to say is "I love you." And here I've written it down, so you can read it whenever you want to remember. I just hope that soon you'll be able to remember, and we won't have to start over. But I'm here and I'm willing to start wherever we need. We can make new memories to replace the old ones.
Yours Forever,
Verity