A/N: Rose is writing letters that she thought she would never send.
Disclaimer: We all know that I own nothing. I don't even own the computer that I'm typing this on
You know that I've never been good with words, but I've found a way to say all of the things that it's too late to tell you. It won't make any difference now, but I loved how the ocean in your eyes calmed the gold sparks in mine, and how I melted the snow in your bones with the inferno I kept in my chest.
You always said I tried to hide under my long hair, and I cut it just for you, because you made me feel like I didn't have to hide. And you said that you would never leave, as if you knew that was all I needed.
I think you would be pleased to know that I still can't go into that little book store without thinking of you and all of the worlds that you introduced me to. You always did love those muggle detective novels, but you were the first mystery that I ever tried to read.
Sometimes, once in a while, I like to think that you wish you had realized sooner that our differences wouldn't have made usimpossible. Just because everyone said we were wrong, does that mean we couldn't have been something beautiful? I don't know if I'll ever understand why you make me feel this way.
The purpose of this letter is to simply let you know that I've always loved the person you made me become. It was as if someone finally thought I was worth more than my family and all the ways I don't live up to my name for once in my life. Thank you for that. I've written to you so many times, but I might finally send them to you now.
I don't expect this to change anything. I just needed you to know how I feel. I understand that you respect your family too much to disagree with them, and I know that they will never approve of me.
Yours truly,
Rose Weasley