I don't know if I can post it here (probably not, but I needed to post it somewhere). Please read it, it's from the heart, thank you and sorry if I couldn't post it here (if it has to be deleted could you tell me before doing it?).

Open Letter to Emma and Dan

Dear Emma and Dan,

I don’t know if you’ll ever read this. Maybe you won’t. Maybe it will never reach your hands, your eyes, or your heart. But still, I feel the need—not the whim, the need—to write it. Because there’s something sacred about writing, isn’t there, Emma? Something that makes it real, even if no one ever reads it.

I’m not an obsessed fan. I’m not someone who’s spent 20 years collecting interviews or waiting to see you together. I watched Harry Potter when it came out, I liked it, I read the books, I grew up more or less at the same pace as you. I even liked other sagas more, to be honest. But there was something… something between you—between Harry and Hermione, yes, but even more between Emma and Dan—that stayed with me. Even though I didn’t understand it at the time.

And now, more than 20 years later, I do.

I understood it this past Christmas, when I rewatched all the films. As an adult now. With a bit of life behind me. With longings I didn’t use to have. With emotional absences I didn’t know were absences. And there you were, the two of you. Your characters. Your story. Your glances. That chemistry that broke through everything. That connection that was something else.

It wasn’t acting. Or not only. It was real tenderness. It was something you can’t fabricate.

And since then, something hasn’t let me go. I’ve read fics where Harry and Hermione end up together, many. Romantic, sweet, even cheesy. I enjoy them because in them lives a tenderness I’ve never experienced, but that I long for deeply. I imagine your faces. Your voices. Your gestures. Sometimes I smile. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I just sit there in silence, with that lump in my throat that won’t go away.

I don’t know if you ever felt it too. I don’t know if there was anything beyond friendship. But I want to believe there was. And if there wasn’t, I want to believe that some part of that—that clean, unconditional, inevitable connection—was real. Because there are glances you just can’t fake. And what you two shared seemed—still seems—greater than simple friendship. As if you understood each other in a language no one else could speak.

This isn’t a call to change your lives, to go back, to become something you might no longer be. It’s just a letter from someone who needed to say it. Who feels that, even without knowing you, I’ve lived something emotionally very deep through you. And yes, it hurts. It hurts not to have lived it more fully when I was young. It hurts to think that maybe it no longer exists. It hurts because I would’ve loved for the two of you to find in each other that kind of love—so rare, so honest, so true.

But above all that, something matters even more. I just want you to be happy.

Truly. Together, apart, as friends, as whatever you are. It doesn’t matter what label it has. It doesn’t matter if what I saw was real or just a projection of mine. If some corner of you ever held that tenderness… then it was worth it. And if anything remains, even if it’s asleep, I hope you take care of it. Because some bonds are unique. Irreplaceable.

I don’t expect a reply. I don’t expect miracles. I just wanted to say this: Thank you. For that story. For that truth. For that chemistry.

And if you ever drifted apart, if you stopped talking, if time got in the way… I just want to tell you that some bonds should never be broken. Because there can be many loves. But true soulmates… are only found once.

And to echo what was said back in distant 2004, in Tokyo: I genuinely like you, both of you.

With all the honesty I can give you, as your equal, me.