Sometimes it's amazing how little it takes to make me happy.
Just one day of watching Harry Potter movies with you and talking about bad fan fic, eating chicken nuggets with too much sauce, as you cough up phlegm every five minutes. I want to watch movies with you when you're sick and take care of you for as long as you'll let me.
There are some memories we make that last for a long time and I hope that one of them is watch Harry Potter 5, for the first time ever, in your arms.
(You make me so happy that even the bad weather can't bring me down)
(If I ever wanted to cast a patronus, all I would have to do is think of you)
And then you say things like "Why is there a part of me that dies every time I finish a story?" and I just want to cuddle you forever and not let you lose any more of yourself.
But I'm happy, you know? I'm the happy I thought I'd lost.
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