It's nonsense. All of it. This isn't us.
How can you really believe yourself if you can't even look in the mirror? Is it broken? Do you care? I do. This isn't right.
Ever since I said yes, you've said piss off. Who were you to ask? Who was I to say no? This isn't love.
I relish the time apart. We aren't in love. We are lonely. This isn't real.
Now I write this I see how true it is.
I can't live like this. I need to finish this.
Don't try to change my mind. It just makes things harder. We both knew this was going to happen. Tell your mother I'm sorry. I am. I just don't to except this is all we get.
Where's the passion? The fire? When I kiss you it's almost like kissing a brother.
I am sorry, but between your work and your affairs, yes I know about them, there isn't any time for me. For us.
I want excitement and thrills. I know Ginny is writing a similar letter. That's why the two of us are leaving. We will come back soon. I just need a break.
Goodbye Ronald, I never meant to hurt you. I told you this last night but I think you were too drunk to remember.
You even said your life would better without me.
This isn't us.
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Hermione.
Hi. This was just a small one-shot that wouldn't leave me alone.
Another random one shot. I'm good at these.