Lily, [@lilycanthearyourexcuses]
 It's hard for me to put things in to words. You've seen me in person, and it's hard enough to speak my feelings out loud. But I'm going to try, and even if I fail miserably, I hope you'll consider the things I am trying to say and not how badly I've orchestrated them. You drive me crazy. In good ways and in bad. I can't understand half of the things that you do, and why you care about people like Snivelly Snape. I know it's because you're a good person, and you've been friends with him for a long time. But I know you're a better judge of character than that. I've seen the way you look at me when I do something you don't agree with. I've seen the way you talk to your friends, and how they look at me after. Even still, you're on my mind. Pecking at my conscious. Driving me even crazier than you did the day before. There's something about you that makes me want to be better. I don't deserve your attention, or your affection, but I want to earn it. More and more I find myself thinking, what would Lily think? of the things that I do. It's making me absolutely mad, and no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to turn it off. The reason I'm writing this letter, is because there's no one that can help me understand the way I'm feelingâ No one who can help me make heads or tails of the way my stomach flips every time you walk in to a room. I barely know you, and yet, you're the only thing that I can think about. Maybe... Maybe by putting all of this out in to the open... I don't know. I don't know what I'm hoping for. But it has to be better than the unrelenting torture of not knowing.
-James James blinked a few times rapidly, readjusting the reading glasses that sat atop his nose. There was a moments hesitation in between rolling up the letter and tapping his wand against it's seal, but he did itâ and before he knew it, the parchment was off in search of it's intended.


















