listeningtothestorm

There were many things in the world that James Potter could do without fear. Despite dozens of broken bones, he still thought nothing of climbing back onto a broom at any given opportunity. Years of Care of Magical Creatures lessons during his school years meant dealing with the neighbor's slightly rabid Kneazle that invaded the back garden was a breeze. And even now, belonging to the Order of the Phoenix had hardened his nerves even more towards anything and everything, dangerous or not. James Potter was a man of very few fears. Unfortunately for him, he thought despairingly as he took another sip of his drink in the warmth of the crowded p

The surface of our love is a mere fraction now of what used to be true time piles up between us harsh as the very miles that separate you from me counting down the days until the sequences of our very hearts can once more beat in perfect time loneliness multiplies quickly if you don’t keep a close eye on it sloping, sliding, slipping down an infinite path of despair I have to admit I never was very good at maths.