Warnings: SLASH! Don't like, don't read!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I am just borrowing these wonderful characters for my own entertainment.

A/N: This is my first ever fanfic and I would love feedback from anyone who reads this. And please be gentle:)

LOVE LETTER

Dear Harry,

My brothers all have special talents that set them apart from each other and make them special in the eyes of others. I always felt inferior to them and couldn't for the life of me find anything within myself that would ever set me apart from Bill the cool Head Boy, Charlie the popular Seeker and Quidditch captain, Fred and George the genius pranksters, or even Percy the ridiculously intelligent perfect student.

And then I met you, Harry. And because of you I felt special for the first time in my life. And, before you protest, no, I don't mean because of the fact that I was THE Harry Potter's best friend. I mean because you constantly affirmed me as a person and built me up with words, gestures and looks. You made me believe I was SOMEONE, not just the youngest Weasley brother.

You made me believe I have something to offer the world and that I am just as much a person worth knowing and respecting as any of my brothers.

You made me confident enough to try things I would never have had the courage to try on my own. If not for you, I would never have tried out for the Quidditch team and become the new Keeper in our fifth year. That's still one of my proudest accomplishments to this day and it never would have happened if you hadn't been there, quietly encouraging and believing in me.

If not for your support and encouragement, I would never have realised that I was made a prefect on my own merits and not just from reflected glory since you had so much to deal with already. You gave me the self-belief to take my new position of responsibility seriously enough that I grew so much into the role that I was made Head Boy.

Your small praises and gentle smiles of delight and pride when I did well on a test or succeeded at something difficult gave me the motivation I needed to work hard, just so that I could receive more of them. That's how much your opinion meant to me. How much it always has, and always will mean to me.

Your belief in me helped me to achieve all the things I saw in that mirror in our first year (even if you did snatch Quidditch captain out from under me!), all of the deepest desires and wishes that I kept close to my heart and didn't believe I could attain.

It's because of you that my magic grew to its full strength and I was able to help you defeat Voldemort. I'm so proud of you Harry, for everything you've ever done, but also for having the courage to finally let someone help you. Thank you for letting that someone be me.

You gave me the strength to believe I could succeed as a Healer after the war and I thank you for that every time I see someone recover because I helped them.

But most of all, you helped me to realise that I was worthy of your love. Not just of THE Harry Potter, the Chosen One, the Boy Who Defeated the Dark Lord, but also of MY Harry.

The Harry who has a shy, beautiful smile for anyone that shows you even the slightest bit of kindness. The Harry that is warm, and passionate, and generous, and kind. The Harry that is grumpy all day if you don't get a kiss and a cuddle in the morning. The Harry that sings along to the wireless as you cook dinner and still blushes every time I catch you at it. The Harry that melts into a puddle of happy goo if I run my fingers through your hair. The Harry that never fails to scream my name as he comes.

I love you Harry James Potter and I thank Merlin every second of every day that you love me back. I can't wait to marry you tomorrow and spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me.

Thank you for believing in me and making me the man I am today.

I love you,

Your Ron.