“I love you, but I can’t stay longer. It may be a while before I speak to you again. I’m so happy you were my first, Theo, and you were worth all the heartache. I hope I wasn’t living in some alternate universe where I wasn’t actually your first love, too. But this universe is the only one that matters, and I have one last question for you: I didn’t get our history wrong, did I?” I read, glancing up at Dumbledore, sitting there with his eyes closed, nodding his head up and down.
“So that’s it?” he asks as I close the book and push it into my backpack, trying my best to still control the tears burning behind my eyes because of the book’s ending.
“Yeah,” I answer. “It kinda got to me, but I think I will read it again.”
“Books are like mistakes. You shouldn’t revisit them,” Dumbledore says as he pulls the blanket that’s over his knees up to his chin to try and ward off the cold in the air.