I saw HP7 part 2 again. Just for the record, it holds up to multiple viewings.
I don't feel sad, but, I don't know, I feel sad, I guess. Not because there will be no more Harry Potter books or movies, but because whenever something like this ends, I always feel like I'll never love like this again. I'll never feel as excited or committed, that I'll never get this back.
Which is true. I'll never get this back. I'll never plow through the 4th book so quickly, I'll fervently resent anything that pulls me away (which at the time was rehearsal for Little Women). I'll never finish the 5th book and look up at 4:00 in the morning, and wonder how I'll ever wait another 2 years. I'll never draw another lightning bolt on my forehead in preparation for a movie release. I'll never spend an entire day in near fatal excitement about the release of the last book. I'll never get into another near fist fight with someone in line for said last book (he had some preposterous theories regarding the 7th book's outcome. Someone had to set him straight). I'll never wait for two hours in line to see Harry Potter at midnight. I might never buy another Harry Potter t-shirt (this is unconfirmed). I'll never get to read a Harry Potter book for the first time.
This is all true. But, what else is true is that I had all this. And I can't ever have it again, but neither can I ever lose it.
And that's something.
circa 2004 (ish)