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Post by FRANK THEODORE LONGBOTTOM on Sept 3, 2012 6:28:29 GMT
dear molly-wolly
[/color], haven't see you around lately, thought i'd write to let you know i had a very nice daydream about you today. couldn't have been a better timing-- flitwick was drowning me in boredom. also, he confiscated my pipe, but don't worry. i'll have it back by tonight, so you won't have to see me in my pouting mood.
and actually, arty told me what he did.. you want to talk about it? you know i'm always here. whenever you need me. [/color][/blockquote] love, frankfurt [/color][/size][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by MOLLY EMILIA PREWETT on Sept 4, 2012 0:05:28 GMT
dear frankie,
well i'm glad that i could be of use to you during flintwick's class. although you probably should be paying attention... but i don't mind, really... this time.
oh, well i wasn't sure if arthur had talked to you, but i guess i assumed. let's just say i'm shocked. i truly had no idea. and honestly, i have no idea what to think. a part of me is angry at you for not telling me too. i guess i understand why you didn't tell me, but another part of me thought out of anyone, you would have been the one to tell me.
love, molly
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Post by FRANK THEODORE LONGBOTTOM on Sept 4, 2012 10:37:17 GMT
dear molly-wolly
[/color], it is not my place to speak for the guy; it would have been very, very wrong and out of line of me to do such a thing, let alone even think it. i'm sure you understand this, but you feeling overwhelmed.. i understand. you know i do. lay it on me, whatever else you need to let out. however, may i just say that, i thought.. i thought that, at least a part of you might have known. he's been in love with you since.. well, since the day that he met you?
..how do you feel about him? i bet your head is retaliating and containing itself from the persuasions of your heart, isn't it? as it always does. oddly enough, this was what i was daydreaming about. except.. i was holding you around the waist and spinning you, your laughter filling my head. you're contagious, do you know that? [/color][/blockquote] love, frankfurt [/color][/size][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by MOLLY EMILIA PREWETT on Sept 5, 2012 14:13:58 GMT
dear frankie,
i understand why you couldn't tell me. i really do, as much as i wish you did. and i feel stupid for not seeing it or putting the pieces together earlier, because as you say, and he said, he's been in love with me for ages. oh frank, how could i not have known? he's been one of my best friends forever.
and that's the question isn't it. how do i feel about him? how do i feel about him? honestly frank, i have no idea. my head is reeling. at first all i could think about was that i thought i had a crush on sirius (i know, don't hold that against me, i've seen the light and realized that he is not for me). then, i thought, maybe. maybe things could work really well with arthur because its arthur and he's one of my best friends and i've never given a thought to being with him before. but no matter how had i think about a new relationship, i can't help but think of you.
and i hate to admit, but i'm happy you still think about me, even if its in some silly daydream. did you know that you're contagious too? that sometimes i just have to think about your laugh and i smile. is that bad? that we think about each other still?
love, molly
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Post by FRANK THEODORE LONGBOTTOM on Sept 6, 2012 7:23:46 GMT
dear molly-wobbles
[/color], ..some things, i suppose, you just don't realize until the wall in front of you crumbles.
molly, arty.. perhaps a little crazily obsessed with the thought you (though i can't very much say anything against this, because, as you know, i rode that train before) with a rather odd tick for muggle ingenuity, but he has dug himself way in too deep. i suppose, i too, should admit to that which has been troubling me: the thought of us. but.. to continue tracing that thought would only mean to sever our ties with the one person who's opened himself to you.
i am sincerely troubled at the thought of this lingering feeling between us to ever come back to life again, but at the same time.. the bliss it gives me is much too irresistible and terribly soothing to deny. i keep getting myself back to the point of that night i had to pry my hands away from your heart and let my feelings dissolve, and i keep wondering why i had. why i hadn't fought to keep you to be mine alone and no one else's.
we should be moving on. i should be moving on.. what's stopping you? [/color][/blockquote] love, franklin [/color][/size][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by MOLLY EMILIA PREWETT on Sept 7, 2012 14:12:07 GMT
dearest frank,
when it comes to arthur, that's what's troubling me. in every way he is kind, gentle, and would make someone incredibly happy. i think if i let him, he could make me very happy. even if he is into all that muggle stuff (though i do have to admit, some of it is fascinating). but then i think of all the qualities he has, and what i want in a man, and can only compare him to you, the only other man i've dated.
sometimes i find myself thinking about that night again. wondering what had pulled us apart, and not really understanding if there was a reason or if our tempers had got in the way, or we just weren't thinking straight. sometimes i get angry, thinking that i didn't fight hard enough, or you didn't fight hard enough. that i was too stubborn to admit that i was wrong. then the time for going back to what we were eventually spanned too long.
perhaps i'm only holding on because you were the only serious relationship that i've ever had. or perhaps its because you're the only person who i feel i can really be myself around. i don't have to hide when i'm with you frank. i know that at the end of the day, no matter what my short comings, you'll still love me. what if no one else will do that? what if no one else will appreciate my sense of humor, or tease me about how much i worry, or hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay, or absolutely hate my knitted sweaters? what if i've let the only real love of my life slip away from me? sometimes that's what i wonder about. we were so happy. we still are so happy. there's an ease to us. a comfort. maybe that's what i keep retreating back to. maybe i need to realize i can find that somewhere else if i let myself try.
love, molly
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Post by FRANK THEODORE LONGBOTTOM on Sept 13, 2012 16:25:07 GMT
molly
[/color], the consequences of what path we chose to take didn't make much difference in our relationship, don't you think? or is it just me, too comfortable and too naturally drawn to your fire and finesse, that likes the feeling of having you around me all the time? in a way, i suppose i cling to this too, subconsciously hoping for the day that we realize the wall between us is merely an excuse for what we truly should be, and as i hold you, i would kiss you and never let you go.
i detest knowing that what we had never was salvaged, and yet, for some reason, i feel it to be more a terrible blessing. yes, yes of course you will find those who feel the warmth of your heart wrapped around your presence and radiated by your smile. arty.. seems pretty captivated by it. i know i still am..
more meddling thoughts come when i flood my head with such matters, such as the thought of alice. it's unnerved me, these feelings that seem to surface whenever even just the image of her face in my head flashes up. i have no idea what it is, but whatever it is.. it feels really good. this does not, however, go the same with the thought of arty having your heart in the clasps of his hands. call me selfish, but i do not believe i am ready to let you go yet. i have battled it over and over, and yet i can't seem to come out victorious.
these do not go hand in hand, as you can see. i have no qualms if you choose to take this boat with arty; just know that it will not be easy on me, so there is a high chance that i'll be reserved way back in the background. this i say, for i do not want you looking over to me when you have your hand in his. it will be unfair for neither of us.
i have always loved you, molly. and i will. always. [/color][/blockquote] always yours, frank [/color][/size][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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