#diary extract

He was all shapes and angles. Colors and sounds…

He was a painter's most finest masterpiece and the sound of a perfect symphony.

He was that feeling you get when you watch a sunrise.

He was what you feel when you stargaze on a clear summer night.

He was the sound of a rainy day. And the calmness that came with it.

He was the after… he was all the colors of the rainbow.

He was like the spring, bringing new beginnings and opportunities. The opportunity to love him even more.

He was all shapes and angles. Colors and sounds. This was him and he was all mine.

-Sirius (summer ‘76)

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

So I have this headcanon: Remus is great with words (surprise, surprise). If he wants to express an opinion or just his feelings, he has no problem doing so. Plus, he adores making Sirius blush.

Sirius, on the other hand, is also really good with words but he prefers writing them down (poems, love letters, etc). Is like an extension of himself. It helps him to organize his rush thoughts. Mostly when those feelings are about a certain someone.

...All this just for a girl. All these problems caused by lack of a love interest. Only if I had a beautiful, capable girl, who loved me, I wouldn't be so dramatically stumped.

Je sais très pertinemment que je vais bien mourir un jour ; il faut que j’écrive mes pensées pour qu’il reste un peu de moi ici même quand il n’y aura plus de moi.

J’ai toujours cette sensation de vide, pourtant j’alimente ma vie du mieux que je peux. Je suis à Budapest là. Il pleut c’est paisible, j’aime bien cette ville. [...]