Remus swallowed hard, trying to think about how he was going to phrase his words. And, it was mark of how worried he was and of how much he trusted James that the contact didn't make him flinch.
"You know how there was always something about Lily, even before you liked her? Something inexplicable? And, then, you realised that you liked her, like really liked her? You'd fallen hard, and there was nothing you could do about it. You tried to get over her, but you couldn't. No matter how she treated you, no matter how often she yelled at you or how many names she called you, you still wanted to be with her - still want to be with her. Because she's Lily Evans and you're James Potter, and in your mind, that's how it has to work?"
Remus paused, allowing his words to soak in. It wasn't often that he said so much, let on that he observed so much of his friends' activities. But he'd always been the quiet observer; it was one of the things that gave him his ability to create subtle yet effective pranks. And it was important that James understood that Remus understood. Because,really, their situations were becoming remarkably similar.
"See, Prongs. It's like that. It's stupid, and I've tried to change it. But I can't. Prongs, I can't get over him."