I... don't have the words for how much I love this. My heart, lady. You just squeezed it til it burst.
PERFECTION.
I seriously can't type properly. I am agog. I can't believe that you (a) wrote this in 2 hours and (b) do not see that it is the most perfect thing there ever was ever.
Oh, my kids. My heart is so full of them all the time these days and they just keep coming and won't let anyone else in because they are guarding the door and I cannot love them enough. And then you write this and, impossibly, I love them more.
Then she remembers that yes, in fact, yes, this is her part. And it’s the one he trusts her to do, it’s the space he doesn’t trust anyone else to fill.
*dies of happiness*
He’s taking her words, the ones she made sure to pronounce just right – and he’s delivering them better than she could have written them.
Only because he learned them from her. Because he learned everything from her. Gorgeous, gorgeous.
and it’s impossible, unbearable, that she has been waiting for what he’ll do next, all the time she has known him
Oh, I can feel the furious clenching of her heart and fists -what this realization means - of how he is her center, which means she will be forever spinning. Oh, Hermione! Oh, my heart.
She looks at him, and she waits.
And he replies, “My name.”
And she thinks, Oh.
So that was it.
And that's when my heart burst open. Hermione and Ron perfection love forever and ever amen.
I love you for writing our kids with such beauty. Thank you. Thank you thank you.
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HOLYOMGWOW They have always taken turns to make the wrong move.
Date: 2011-01-08 06:49 am (UTC)PERFECTION.
I seriously can't type properly. I am agog. I can't believe that you (a) wrote this in 2 hours and (b) do not see that it is the most perfect thing there ever was ever.
Oh, my kids. My heart is so full of them all the time these days and they just keep coming and won't let anyone else in because they are guarding the door and I cannot love them enough. And then you write this and, impossibly, I love them more.
Then she remembers that yes, in fact, yes, this is her part. And it’s the one he trusts her to do, it’s the space he doesn’t trust anyone else to fill.
*dies of happiness*
He’s taking her words, the ones she made sure to pronounce just right – and he’s delivering them better than she could have written them.
Only because he learned them from her. Because he learned everything from her. Gorgeous, gorgeous.
and it’s impossible, unbearable, that she has been waiting for what he’ll do next, all the time she has known him
Oh, I can feel the furious clenching of her heart and fists -what this realization means - of how he is her center, which means she will be forever spinning. Oh, Hermione! Oh, my heart.
She looks at him, and she waits.
And he replies, “My name.”
And she thinks, Oh.
So that was it.
And that's when my heart burst open. Hermione and Ron perfection love forever and ever amen.
I love you for writing our kids with such beauty. Thank you. Thank you thank you.