There are many things in this world that cannot be understood. Falling in love is one of them. There is no reason for it; there is no cause; there is no pattern. Some people find love, others do not. In love, nothing is fixed. Love is ever changing yet ever constant. There is no such thing as a world without love because without love, life seems pointless.
But there comes a time in everyone’s lives when they ask the seemingly simple question: what is love? For people to understand why we love, they must first understand what love is. However, what many people have come to realise is that there is no one definition of love. It comes in many forms and is felt in many different ways. Some love is innate, such as the love of a parent for their child. Some love is platonic, such as the love of a friend. Some love is temporary or conditional, some love is unquestionable. However, very, very occasionally, a love is found that consumes the person entirely and is beyond anything they have ever felt or ever dreamt of. Some people call it soul-mates, some claim they are kindred spirits and some people simply say it is true love.
As a child, I decided that no matter what, I would find my soul-mate, my kindred spirit, my true love. I told myself that I would never love anyone but ‘the one’ and that one day, I would know exactly what it was like to feel the way Juliet felt for Romeo, the way Isolde felt for Tristan or Elizabeth for Darcy… I was determined that I should find a love like theirs. It never occurred to me that such love may not exist, that such heroines as Juliet and Isolde and Elizabeth were all fragments of the imagination, kept alive in the words of legends or the pen on paper and that as a result, there was never any proof that such a love had ever actually existed.
There was, however, one thing I should have learnt from my heroines: that love can appear even when least expected. That you can fall for someone off limits, for someone out of reach, or even for the person you have sworn to hate. I always thought that falling in love would be simple, that I would meet someone one day and I would just know. Perhaps such love exists, love at first sight… then again, perhaps is does not. But I would know nothing anything about it because my story does not begin with love at first sight… In fact, I’m not really sure where my story begins. Where does any story begin? At the beginning of course… But where is the beginning? Is it the beginning of our lives? The beginning of an era? The beginning of time? I suppose a story begins whenever we want it to but it is never complete, it is just a fragment of a much greater story.
Therefore, I have decided my story begins in the middle of the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Quidditch match at the beginning of November 2021… It was my Seventh and final year at Hogwarts and I was the Captain of the Slytherin team. I was determined to win. Nothing could get in my way… Nothing, including that arrogant, conceited, obnoxious prick who captained the other team: James Sirius Potter.
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