You still don't have a grave. Not a proper one. I've asked Sirius for your locket, the one with your hair in it that you gave to your mum to see I can try and find you. I hope that I do.
When we were sitting in your room, talking and laughing and crying, it felt like you were right there with us, being wry and rolling your eyes, and it was wonderful.
Everything has been moving so very quickly lately. I can see where I came from, and where I've ended up, but it still makes my head spin sometimes. Especially when so many people I love
It's hard to walk away from them. From everything I've known.
A part of me is glad that you died before becoming my enemy. Before He twisted you into someone I no longer knew.
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branchandroot
I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
Date: 2013-05-19 04:57 am (UTC)It's been three years.
You still don't have a grave. Not a proper one. I've asked Sirius for your locket, the one with your hair in it that you gave to your mum to see I can try and find you. I hope that I do.
When we were sitting in your room, talking and laughing and crying, it felt like you were right there with us, being wry and rolling your eyes, and it was wonderful.
Everything has been moving so very quickly lately. I can see where I came from, and where I've ended up, but it still makes my head spin sometimes. Especially when so many people I love
It's hard to walk away from them. From everything I've known.
A part of me is glad that you died before becoming my enemy. Before He twisted you into someone I no longer knew.
I still miss you.
Happy almost birthday.