For mew. Merry Christmas, darling. I hope this makes up for not having spots for you.

Hope I did this M&MWP justice.


You're e-i-g-h-t-e-e-n

with the whole world in front of you.

– Quidditch, Auror, Ministry –

whatever you want to do with your life.

Your parents are proud,

your siblings are jealous.

But you aren't h-a-p-p-y

because your happiness involves him –


He says he's too old for you

(Age is just a number, and forty-one is not too old)

He says he can't because you're his student

(But you've graduated now)

He says it's wrongwrongwrong

(You whisper in his ear, "But it feels so right")

There should be nothing that stands

i between you two n

Because the kind of love you have for him

is never e-n-d-i-n-g,

if only he'd believe that.

The words, the actions, the touches

aren't enough to prove your love to him.

You're still a child in his brownbrown eyes,

a child that doesn't know what he wants,

who he is,

who he's going to be.

(You do, though. You want him;

you're eighteen with your Auror course starting;

and you'll be his forever, if he'd let you)


He stands in front of you,

shaking his head.

"I'm not stealing your life away from you, James,"

he whispers.

("But you already have," you retort.

Because what's life without love?)

He presses his too soft lips against yours

and tells you no one more time.

As he turns his back on you,

your world comes tumblingcrashingshattering


Because your world revolves around love,

and what's your world without your love?