Dear Hermione,
I left you and Harry when you most needed me and for this I can never forgive myself. But you have….and that's all that matters to me.
When you asked me if I wanted to be with you I thought you were crazy for even asking. This is what I feel for you Hermione. I've noted it down for you to read when you are free, when you are at the library, when you are at the Great Lake, when you are busy….when you are thinking of me like the amount of times I have been thinking of you. All the time….
We are unique together.
I've always thought that our relationship was a bit of an enigma. I can't really put a finger on it but there are splashes of friendship scattered around us with droplets of wonderment and awe that fall through when 2 strangers meet and experience something amazing and the respect that mixes in with the rest of it because how can I not respect the person you are.
You are unaware.
You are kind. You know this but you do not know the extent of it. Sometimes it hurts to look at you when you look at me because there is only kindness and I do not think I can ever live up to that. It's the fear in me that claws inside my body and makes me look away because I cannot bear the kindness, I do not think I am worthy of such an emotion. But it's the kindness that makes me desperate to prove myself to you, to make you proud of me and it's the kindness that I look away from that makes me want to keep looking back at you.
I confuse you.
I know this. I confuse myself sometimes.
I will always be there.
I promise.
Your Ron