(fanfic in Harry’s POV)
While I was dancing today to one of the Taylor Swift songs playing on TV and singing along holding the remote, I realised I’m happy.
Finally!! (God did I take a lifetime for this). But yes, I do have those dark moments in the day too, but it’s not really that dark anymore when I’m staring into the daylight (yes, I’ll do anything to bring up Taylor). Also, how blessed am I to have fairy God mothers watching over me.
The pain doesn’t really stay, you know. Time heals and just like how Robin got closure when she couldn’t remember that guy’s number(unexpectedly, I mean), Instagram gave me the closure I needed (IYKYK).
Another thought I’ve been sitting with and reflecting at 1.29AM after reading happy place is, is love really worth holding on to, if it’s just me who is holding on to it? Also, was it really love though? I’ve never had what Wyn and Harriet have. Maybe that’s something that is worth fighting for and not someone who leaves my messages on read (boy can hearts be stupid and delusional AF). Didn’t I always expect disappointment though, so that I don’t get disappointed?
Bit by bit, taking the baby steps I’m finally here.
Although, it feels like it was all happening inside my head, why does it mean it’s not real though? : P
rachana rajan <3 