Dear Delilah King,
I miss you so much, like so so so much. I wish you would reply back, I hope your doing ok. I'm back at home for the Winter but when ever I walk down these hallways all I can think about are all the memories we have together all those moments that I felt over joyed. That kind of childhood joy that you can never feel again once you get too old. If I walk down the hallway all I can think about is us playing tag, and how you would giggle whenever you would catch up to me. Every time I walk into the kitchen all I can remeber was our food wars and all those time's you would give me pity points because you knew I couldn't cook well. Every time I go out into the garden I can only remeber our mini quiditch games where you would try so hard to push me off the broom whilst I zoomed after my training snitch. I miss those days Delilah, I also miss you. How your hair used to bounce every step you took, how your eye's shone whenever you saw something you loved even how you used to be so rough when we play fought often times tackling me to the ground. God Delilah King, why do you make me like this. You don't even reply back anymore, I don't even know if your read these D. I guess what I'm trying to say Is I love you, it wasn't Lily I was after it was you... your immaturity is what I wanted in Lily. Your perfect Delilah, your everything I want. I love you.
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𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐇, a james potter fic
Fanfiction❝ [hey there delilah] . ❞ In which, childhood best friends reconnected after years of being half way across the world from eachother. ❝ [what's it like in new york city] ? ❞
