Our lives are unpredictable. We can be around some people for years, until we realize they could be much more than an “acquaintance”. Some loves aren’t at first sight. They take time to bloom, but when they do… heck, when this happens, there isn’t anything that can stop them when their souls fit each other so perfectly. They entiwine thanks to an understanding they never imagined would be there in the first place. And they can’t let go of each other, despite others may try to tore them apart. Because they have taken too much time to find each other, they can’t bear to separate anymore. Bound for life. In sickness and health. In the good and the bad. Forever. Yes, because soulmates never die.
I break for birds. I rock a lot of polka dots. I have touched glitter in the last 24 hours. I spend my entire day talking to children, and I find it fundamentally strange that you’re not a dessert person. That’s just weird and it freaks me out. And I’m sorry I don’t talk like Murphy Brown, and I hate your pant suit and I wish it had ribbons on it to make it slightly cute. And that doesn’t mean I’m not smart, and tough, and strong.
"Mistletoe," said Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry’s head. He jumped out from under it. "Good thinking," said Luna seriously. "It’s often infested with nargles."