From the journals of Severus Snape, dates July 29 1993. Donated to the British Ministry of Magic's, Harry Potter Museum, on the anniversary of his death 2096 by his eldest son Salvatore Snape
Love, what is love? Love is something no one can figure out. It can be amazing and exciting, beautiful, unimaginably wonderful (and many more great things.) Love can also be excruciatingly painful. It can break or make a person, be irrevocable yet not reciprocated. For a friend, family, lover, or one you wish to have more with.
Many believe true love to be instantaneous and all encompassing but in truth, I believe that it is slow. Akin to a vine of ivy growing in the cracks of a wall; cautious but unyielding in its finality. Once love has wormed it's way into your heart little to nothing can tear it out.
Love is driving me insane, I knew there was someone in my heart yet I couldn't figure out who - Who had worked their way in. Just the knowledge it's there is enough to make my life terrible. How are you supposed to live, to be if you don't know who it is you live for?
Love is the answer to so much; Why do you live? What makes you want to? What is all we strive for, even when we dont know it is what we want?
Amazing, that something can mean so much. Now that who i love has been taken, do I realize their importance.
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