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Six months ago, I was pretty much as depressed as I've ever been in my life. (I almost killed Alicia with a Quaffle, too, which probably wasn't very nice.) Then, and I don't know why but I know I'm grateful, Marcus gave me a second chance. To love and be loved.
It's been the best six months of my life. Not much else to say about that.
I love you, Marc.
Marc,
Six months ago, I thought I'd hit rock bottom. I barely considered I'd ever talk to another person ever again, definitely not be friends with anyone, and most certainly never have another relationship. A year ago, I thought I'd never find love, not really, and the thought didn't bother me. Today? I'm more in love than I could ever have imagined, more in love than I think anyone else in the world is, and completely and utterly in love with the person I like more than I like anyone else in the world. You. Marcus. My Marcus. And I love the way that sounds.
You've stood by me through - gods, everything. Every time I needed someone, you've been beside me, arms around me, loving me as much as I love you. And gods, I love you so much. I just can't even express how much you mean to me - because 'everything' isn't nearly as big a word as I need to use.
I love waking up beside you and just hearing you breathe. I love knowing, even when I'm asleep, that you're right there beside me. That that's where you'll be for the rest of my life. Whenever I need you. Even when I don't think I do. Even when I don't know how to ask for your help.
I love absolutely everything about you. The way you suck your thumb (yes you do), the way your cheek's always a little bit rough when mine's rubbing against it, the way you always pull me closer when you're falling asleep. The person you are - your sense of humour (yeah, I'll admit this once that you actually have one), your kindness, everything. The way you love your mother. The way you look after Snitch. The way I fit in your arms just right, the way we fit together perfectly. The fact I can trust you more than I've ever trusted anyone before. The way I know, no matter how much I love you, that you love me exactly the same.
So much has happened in six months. I can't remember what it was like to not be together - and I definitely don't want to remember it. Every day I feel happier, every day I love you more. Every moment. Always, no matter what you're doing, I'm more in love with you than ever before. Even when you're just harrassing my cookie dough. Even if I'm annoyed at you (and that's very rare), I still love you more every breath I take.
I love that you let me be here for you. That when you need someone you turn to me. I love knowing I can help, even just a little. I love when I make you smile. I love everything about you, Marc. There's nothing I don't love.
I remember you said once that you didn't want to be a good person. I'm so glad you admitted it to yourself at last; because look at you now. You're wonderful and amazing and I'm sure Emily will tell you this whenever you need her to. Yeah, you've changed - but it's nothing that wasn't there before. I remember when we worked together those few classes in Care of Magical Creatures. And the way you were with the animals, kind and gentle and loving. The way for a few minutes we'd actually be nice to each other. You used to be the way you are now. You just had trouble showing it until people treated you the way you've always deserved to be treated. With love. Treated like the good, kind, wonderful and incredible person you are.
The best feeling in the world, I think, is knowing that I'm going to be by your side forever. That I'll never be alone again. That you'll never be alone again. That I have a love that isn't going away, no matter what, that I'd never want to go away - that I don't know what I'd do without. I need you and I love you, adore you and admire you. From now until ever again, Marc. We'll be together and waking up in each other's arms every single day. Going to bed together every single night. For each day, you'll be the first and last thing I lay eyes on. Forever and ever. That is one of the best things I could ever think of.
I love you, Marc.
Yours forever,
Oli
P.S. One of your presents is underneath this letter. I've got one that matches. Another's in the box on the desk. The other two are in the box beside your bed. I love you so much, Marc. I hope you like them.
((The present under the letter is a plain gold band bracelet, which Oliver found on his jaunt into Muggle London. He's wearing the matching one. The second present, in the box on the desk, is a set of non-sparkly, nice clothes - a white dress shirt and black pants, with a note 'Because I know you don't always want to wear your shiny stuff when we go out.' In the box beside the bed: one black leather whip, which Oliver also found on his Muggle London trip, and some chocolate body paint with a brush to apply it, and a note 'I reckon I've found a way to get you to like chocolate.'))
It's been the best six months of my life. Not much else to say about that.
I love you, Marc.
Marc,
Six months ago, I thought I'd hit rock bottom. I barely considered I'd ever talk to another person ever again, definitely not be friends with anyone, and most certainly never have another relationship. A year ago, I thought I'd never find love, not really, and the thought didn't bother me. Today? I'm more in love than I could ever have imagined, more in love than I think anyone else in the world is, and completely and utterly in love with the person I like more than I like anyone else in the world. You. Marcus. My Marcus. And I love the way that sounds.
You've stood by me through - gods, everything. Every time I needed someone, you've been beside me, arms around me, loving me as much as I love you. And gods, I love you so much. I just can't even express how much you mean to me - because 'everything' isn't nearly as big a word as I need to use.
I love waking up beside you and just hearing you breathe. I love knowing, even when I'm asleep, that you're right there beside me. That that's where you'll be for the rest of my life. Whenever I need you. Even when I don't think I do. Even when I don't know how to ask for your help.
I love absolutely everything about you. The way you suck your thumb (yes you do), the way your cheek's always a little bit rough when mine's rubbing against it, the way you always pull me closer when you're falling asleep. The person you are - your sense of humour (yeah, I'll admit this once that you actually have one), your kindness, everything. The way you love your mother. The way you look after Snitch. The way I fit in your arms just right, the way we fit together perfectly. The fact I can trust you more than I've ever trusted anyone before. The way I know, no matter how much I love you, that you love me exactly the same.
So much has happened in six months. I can't remember what it was like to not be together - and I definitely don't want to remember it. Every day I feel happier, every day I love you more. Every moment. Always, no matter what you're doing, I'm more in love with you than ever before. Even when you're just harrassing my cookie dough. Even if I'm annoyed at you (and that's very rare), I still love you more every breath I take.
I love that you let me be here for you. That when you need someone you turn to me. I love knowing I can help, even just a little. I love when I make you smile. I love everything about you, Marc. There's nothing I don't love.
I remember you said once that you didn't want to be a good person. I'm so glad you admitted it to yourself at last; because look at you now. You're wonderful and amazing and I'm sure Emily will tell you this whenever you need her to. Yeah, you've changed - but it's nothing that wasn't there before. I remember when we worked together those few classes in Care of Magical Creatures. And the way you were with the animals, kind and gentle and loving. The way for a few minutes we'd actually be nice to each other. You used to be the way you are now. You just had trouble showing it until people treated you the way you've always deserved to be treated. With love. Treated like the good, kind, wonderful and incredible person you are.
The best feeling in the world, I think, is knowing that I'm going to be by your side forever. That I'll never be alone again. That you'll never be alone again. That I have a love that isn't going away, no matter what, that I'd never want to go away - that I don't know what I'd do without. I need you and I love you, adore you and admire you. From now until ever again, Marc. We'll be together and waking up in each other's arms every single day. Going to bed together every single night. For each day, you'll be the first and last thing I lay eyes on. Forever and ever. That is one of the best things I could ever think of.
I love you, Marc.
Yours forever,
Oli
P.S. One of your presents is underneath this letter. I've got one that matches. Another's in the box on the desk. The other two are in the box beside your bed. I love you so much, Marc. I hope you like them.
((The present under the letter is a plain gold band bracelet, which Oliver found on his jaunt into Muggle London. He's wearing the matching one. The second present, in the box on the desk, is a set of non-sparkly, nice clothes - a white dress shirt and black pants, with a note 'Because I know you don't always want to wear your shiny stuff when we go out.' In the box beside the bed: one black leather whip, which Oliver also found on his Muggle London trip, and some chocolate body paint with a brush to apply it, and a note 'I reckon I've found a way to get you to like chocolate.'))