every couple of years i make the same post about the same fic:
It wasn't just about envy you know, it wasn't just about possession.
It wasn't just desire.
Only you were magic, Harry, the rest were all cheap tricks.
I never liked the summer you know, cause I couldn't see you. But now you're mine and there are no more seasons.
this (and the other one) is probably the only thing i ever knew by heart which i can still remember (even now, yeah). i'd forgotten how attached i used to (and probably always will) be to her stories. i am never one for memorizing large chunks of text, but these are the exception. whenever i come back to these, i feel like i should tattoo them on my body, just to match the imaginary scars with real, visible ones.