I don't believe in love. Neither do I believe in 'forever'. There can be temporary affection-obsession, even-but love doesn't really exist. Snow melts, rocks crack, and mountains are turned to dust; none of these things as weak as emotions. We feel, and then we forget. Is this not the way things are?

I remember telling you this. I remember telling you what I have always believed was true, seriously.

You blinked, those long lashes closing, opening; your deep, green eyes as beautiful as ever. And you burst out laughing.

I was annoyed. I remember towering over you, glaring at you, you who were clutching your stomach in laughter.

And I started to laugh too.

I laughed, because you didn't care. I laughed because forever was a long time, and we were young, and I think I loved you. And it felt good to laugh until we were coughing and wheezing, holding each other in laughter, until we didn't have a clue what we had been laughing about.

Forever is a long time, but these few years seem longer still. I hardly laugh anymore. And I never see you.

You still don't care, do you? You still don't give a fuck about what I think.

You'd still laugh.

Wouldn't you, Harry?