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Why is it that you never have time for me? I thought we'd decided to make a conscious effort to see more of each other. I'd send you an owl, but you'd just send another back with promises of seeing each other soon. Just enough to make me keep holding on to a dream that is slowly slipping away. It's not like we've ever been anything more than friends. Merlin, we haven't even kissed. Still, your presence is like firewhiskey to a Hogwarts student. There isn't even a logical explination for why I want you around. I just do. And Pop keeps asking what happened to the nice young man that came for dinner. Do you know what I tell him? Nothing, there's nothing to tell because you have no time for me. I get whatever's left over when we just happen to find ourselves in the same location. Yet, I hold onto the hope that someday you'll keep to your words of seeing if there's something more. So I continue to hunger for those moments. Moments that are fleeting and trivial. Moments that in my mind only are larger than life. Moments that someday you might admit are worth the world. If only for a moment.
Do any of you ever have the feeling that everything you do is all for naught?