Post by mcgonagall4eva on May 13, 2012 12:12:27 GMT -5
Another short story while I write more chapters for my other two on-going stories.
DISCLAIMER I don't own anything, it all belongs to J.K Rowling.
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Dear Albus,
I'm lying in bed, thinking. Should I ask or should I hide in my own shadows. It's ironic how I'm a teacher, yet I feel like a stupid school child. I know this feeling too well, I've had this argument in my head before, I've had the 10 minuet feeling of hope; where you're sure you'll do it, I've also had that low straight after it when you realise you just don't have the guts. Too many times have I persuaded myself I'm good enough, too many times I've told myself this is where I leave the argument and I will go through with it and too many times I just can't let sleeping dogs lie and I talk myself out of it. I know I love you, I know it's not just a stupid crush that you joke about with your friends. I get that tingle in your stomach, I get that adrenaline rush, I get the red glow on my cheeks when I see you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, this is love for me, whether you fell it or not. I know I haven't sent this letter out of strength; I've sent it out of foolish hope. However I've asked you now, Do you love me?
Do you have the strength to not break my heart because my weakness depends on your strength.
Love Minerva
DISCLAIMER I don't own anything, it all belongs to J.K Rowling.
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Dear Albus,
I'm lying in bed, thinking. Should I ask or should I hide in my own shadows. It's ironic how I'm a teacher, yet I feel like a stupid school child. I know this feeling too well, I've had this argument in my head before, I've had the 10 minuet feeling of hope; where you're sure you'll do it, I've also had that low straight after it when you realise you just don't have the guts. Too many times have I persuaded myself I'm good enough, too many times I've told myself this is where I leave the argument and I will go through with it and too many times I just can't let sleeping dogs lie and I talk myself out of it. I know I love you, I know it's not just a stupid crush that you joke about with your friends. I get that tingle in your stomach, I get that adrenaline rush, I get the red glow on my cheeks when I see you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, this is love for me, whether you fell it or not. I know I haven't sent this letter out of strength; I've sent it out of foolish hope. However I've asked you now, Do you love me?
Do you have the strength to not break my heart because my weakness depends on your strength.
Love Minerva
The good times