Lily | Marlene What a pair of questions to ask me right now.
Erm. For the first time? Probably at his parents' funeral? I'm not sure I realized it at the time. We hadn't been going out long. I'd lost my mother a few months earlier and being there reminded me of it obviously, but it hurt to know that he was going through the same thing. It broke my heart to see it. I wanted to be there for him, but I'm not sure if it really clicked until later. The thing is, it was gradual. It wasn't all at once. I fell in love with him over and over again, deeper every time. I think it was a year later that I told him. Or maybe six months? Death Eaters tried to recruit us and it felt to us like we barely got away. I think that's when I realized it, that I was completely in love with him. That I didn't want to imagine being without him. That I was terrified of losing him. I was so relieved and so scared-
I told him I loved him. I just said it. I needed to. I couldn't not, it needed to come out. It said everything I needed to say, it expressed everything -- my fear, my relief, all of it.
But that was me. If you asked James, it might be completely different. If you asked anyone else, it might be completely different. It's not a science, it's- almost anti-science. I've no idea what love feels like for anyone else, but for me, it's this.