[private]Well, at least now I know he felt the same way, and he had complete control over his actions, and that he knew how he was making me feel. Damnit, I hate him.
Sirius and I had a little chat this evening: I hate him, I hate the way he makes me feel, I hate the fact that he can make me cry, and I hate the fact that I feel comfortable crying to him. I hate the fact that he can take me into his arms and everything feels so much better, I hate the way he wraps his arms around me, I hate the way he sings me to sleep. I hate the way that he and I fit together like a puzzle. I especially fucking hate the fact that it won't ever work.[/private]
For some reason, I woke up with the words vous êtes mon immortal resounding through my head like a gong.