(measured in love)

[reenka]

How Do You Measure The Life
Of A Woman Or A Man

In Truths That She Learned
Or In Times That He Cried
In Bridges He Burned
Or The Way That She Died

It's Time Now - To Sing Out
Though The Story Never Ends
Let's Celebrate
Remember A Year In The Life Of Friends

Remember the Love
Remember the Love
Remember the Love
Measure In Love

(- Seasons of Love)



...Just seeing old faces, and listening to people talk, and trying to write, and talking to Amalin about Harry all the time (and thinking of all the babiez I can't help imagining), and a whole period in all our lives drawing to a close.... Suddenly I just started crying like crazy, which never happens. It feels awful and wonderful and I don't quite know what to do with myself, and for some reason I can write HP again, but I still can't settle enough to reread the books (yet, haha) and it seems I'll only finish my Death Eater!Draco afterwards, after it's deeply AU. But it seems fitting that the fic I will release is a goodbye of sorts in itself.

Nothing else will ever feel like this. <3.

Here, a Lullabye for a Stormy Night by Vienna Teng, that sums up how I've been feeling while I write and Harry at the end of OoTP, which is all that's on my mind again. :I

Comments

[amalin.livejournal.com]

REENA IT'S LIKE A HIGH SCHOOL REUNION, EVERYBODY COMING BACK AROUND

FOR THE DEMOLISHING OF THE BUILDING

I keep listening to that song now that you sent it to me, it is very fittingly nice. spare_change said something about wishing everybody would go back and write post-OotP fic instead and clearly I wish that too. AWW OOTP. CAN'T IT BE OOTP TIME. I DON'T WANT THIS TO END.

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

Lullabye calms me but 'Seasons of Love' just makes me cry-- though in a cathartic way. So much love has come and gone and defined HP for me, so that everything really is measured in love, every character is someone alive in my mind, someone I can measure in love. It's just sort of gutting on one level. :I

Post-OoTP fic is calming too. I prefer that sort of angst to DH angst :/ I think it's becoming more real to me, more like a brick wall at the end of a carnival ride and then we stop and that's-- it. And I just sort of need to believe I'll keep writing afterwards, just so it's not disabling, you know? Wah.