The Speech

THE SPEECH

I'm over you.

Finally, after what can only be described as seven foolish years of false pretensions, I'm over you. I'm glad I can finally say that wholeheartedly. Well, maybe not the 'glad' part. Weird, huh? I actually feel sad that I'm over you. Don't get me wrong, though. I want to be over you, and I am. It's just that I'm sad that I am. You've been a part of me, somehow, that, it's sad that I've learned to let you go. It hurts still if I see you or when I learned that you're with someone, but it doesn't hurt that way. It just hurts in the way that, it's too bad I didn't experience that with you. I'm not anymore hoping that I someday will. I've learned to accept that, truly, you and I are not meant to be. That, fact is, you never wanted me. You never loved me. Heck, you never even did like me. I'm just this person you know. Plain and simple. And, if ever you knew me more than the 'name' that I am, I'm that someone who you simply ought to know, and perhaps even befriend, 'cause, like it or not, I'm your beloved's best friend.

Yes, I know. It's an awkward situation. Too awkward that, we can't even stay in a single room for more than five minutes. One always has to give in and go away. Otherwise, the awkwardness would devour us.

I'm over you, but I'm sad and I'm hurting.

I'm sad of the fact that you hadn't gotten to know me. I'm sad that, to you, I'm nothing - not even a friend; while to me, at one point in my life, you were everything.

I'm over you, but I can't say that I don't love you.

Saying that would be a lie. Love can never die. It may fade and go minute, but it can never disappear. It will always be there, just in another form - like Conservation of Energy, only it's Conservation of Love, or whatever bullshit it's called.

I'm over you, and I thank you.

You've inspired me to do great things. You taught me, however indirectly, to believe in and love myself. You made me realize that happiness can only be found within one's self, not with another being. You made me learn to accept things. This is cliché, but you really made me stronger. Thank you.

I'm over you, and it's liberating.

Words barely describe the wonderful sensation of being able to breathe as free as feather floats in air. Then again, it's my fault that for seven years I was trapped in my mendacious fantasy. But can you blame me? Facing the excruciating reality did nothing but burn the very core of my existence. But, that was then.

I'm over you, but it isn't final. Not yet - not 'til I kiss you say these words...

"I love you Ronald Weasley."

No, don't mind these tears. I'm happy. You're going to be with someone who loves you the way I did - once upon a time. Maybe she can even surpass that, knowing her. She won't hurt you; and I know you won't hurt her either. The two most important people in my life will be well taken cared of. And that's enough to make me happy. Trust me.

My time is up. The church bells are ringing. I've said the words that had long burdened my heart. Thank you for coming and giving me this chance. Now I can walk down the aisle, without any regrets, and precede your bride.

You two will be happy. Not even the stars or Uranus can screw that fact, 'cause you deserve all the happiness in the universe. Best wishes Ron... Take care of my friend.

Oh, and by the way, for the record...

I'm finally over you.