“I’ll tell you another truth… Another hard fact for you to ignore until it’s too late. In every romance, one person loves the other more. Sometimes it’s a lot; sometimes it’s such a slight difference that nobody could ever tell–nobody, that is, except the one who’s loved a little less. He’s always aware of that patch of shadow where the sunlight doesn’t fall. That fraction between how far he’s reaching and how far away she is. The difference between loving and loving absolutely. Nobody else can even see it, but the one who does more than his share of the loving? Eventually he can’t see anything else.”
I’m just picturing all of the people who started reading Harry Potter the year it came out and pronounced Hermione wrong and now they just refuse to change their minds. I have a friend like this. She is steadfast.