amina

Sing Me To Sleep

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wand'ring bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me prov'd,

No, no I’m not okay.

“Sirius couldn't let go of James' body. Even though he knew they were looking for him. Even if he knew there was nothing he could do. That day the best part of him died. No, not only the best part of him, but also the best part of that messed up world. If at dawn the sun had not risen, sirius would not have blamed him. How could he?”