There are a lot of beautifully written, sincere posts about the last Harry Potter movie around right now, so I’ll break the trend, because I can’t write beautifully.
Less than a day has passed since first seeing the last movie, and the reality of it has begun to sink in. Yet as I exited the theater, wiping my 3D glasses of the tears I was simultaneously ashamed and proud of, the instant melancholy gave way to almost-joy.
I’m thankful that Harry Potter exists, excited I got to experience it, and happy it happened.
And when I got home, I wasn’t upset. All was well.
Sorry that the only thing I ever write on here is that I miss Ben. It’d either be that or me complaining about school work, so I figure this is more interesting anyway. I freaking miss my boyfriend. 4 hours is entirely too far away and long-distance sucks so much it’s unreal. Can’t wait to see him this weekend and I cant wait for summer.