Rainy Days [James Potter]

Epilogue

My dearest James,
I don't know where to start. I've always been absolute shit at writing letters. I lack the eloquence to write down my feelings. But no words could ever describe my feelings for you.
I know it's probably been a while. I know you've probably moved on. I know I probably haven't. I know I probably never will.
Still, you make me want to be a better person. Whenever I'm around you, the sun is a little brighter. The birds sing a little louder. My heart beats a little faster. I want you to know that, given the choice, I never would have given you up. But I'm sure you're happy I did, and you see why now.
It is a shame though. All my potential for good, for helping others, down the drain. All because stupid, teenage me, couldn't handle three simple words.
I love you.
And I hope it was as truthful when you said it as it is when I say it (though the only one listening is the moon).
I hope that, when you read this, you hear poetry and not the voice of a girl who's watched too many muggle rom-coms with Remus.
All my love,
Robin