Hi!! You sound so sweet! Thanks so much! I barely even remember that fic, isn’t that awful? How old am I even? Feels like forever ago. So glad it’s one of your favs as I think it was written in just a few hours, and it was still a day late lol
Hermione’s birthday, that’s in 2 days! I don’t think I can whip one up that quickly this time. Ron’s was last minute as well. I hadn’t planned on writing anything that time, either. Hmmm… maybe if I had a prompt? How about this, if I get one tonight I’ll write it and have it posted on her birthday!
To love someone means that not only do you care that they exist and are alive, but to appreciate it in a way that makes their existence a part of yourself. To give up a part of yourself to that notion can only be described as love (although creepy stalkers and most murderers etc convince themselves of the same idea, but let’s stick to sane people on this). So when the other person is no longer there or betrays you or whatever the reason, a piece of you does go missing. It’s a terrible feeling. Duh. But you have to find it and put yourself back together. This is the part where everyone differs. Whether you decide to do that on your own or try to rebuild with that person changes how you are able to love in the future. If you keep repeating the cycle with that same person or cling onto them when it’s clearly over, then you will never be whole, it’s forever broken. But if you let go and decide to move on and repair yourself with yourself you can become whole again. And only then can you give that same part of you, the part that is willing to risk breaking again, to someone else. I’ve never felt that love romantically, but I can only guess because that is how I feel about my children and my mother. I can’t imagine feeling that way about someone I hadn’t known since their or my birth. It’s a scary thought, but I want it because I, like most everyone on earth, want to feel THAT important. To me, that is what love is.