Note: Written in February of last year, before book 7 came out.
Dear you,
When you took me in your arms, you said that you wouldn't hurt me. Well, you were wrong. I wish you were right, because now that you're gone, I ache so badly. I wish I could tell you, but I can't. You're gone, and I can't.
When you told me you loved me, I knew you weren't lying, because why would someone lie about such a thing? Well, I didn't have the chance to tell you before, and this is the closest I will ever get. I love you. Even though it hurts to even think it, I do love you. I love you madly. I love passionately. And I wish you could do the same. I wish that I could tell you. I wish I had told you long ago. It was selfishness and vanity that made me not tell you. And fear. I was scared that you would hurt me even though you promised not to.
I knew… I knew I loved you all those years ago when I first saw you that I loved you, and I knew that you would never love me. Well, I'll tell you again. I love you. I miss you. I want you here with me. I need you here with me. But you can't be.
Love,
me