I think about you all the time. I try to figure out why but I become confused. What is it about you? Is it because you're smart? I can only dream to know as much as you. You make me feel alive inside. I haven't felt that way in such along time. I now, crave that feeling. I close my eyes and I see you. Oh, your eyes. They could guide me through anything. I ask myself again what is it about you? Is it because your friends with Harry. He has been there for me when no one would except for you. You have always been there for me. From the day we met you have been there. It's impossible though. Our ages aren't close at all. The public would shun us. I have a feeling that you wouldn't care and frankly neither would I. I have to ask what is it about you? Is it because you look at me like I'm normal? Few people have done that. My close friends have and you have. People have always thought I was too smart to be fun or too different to be fun but not you. You look at me like I'm a normal person with wants, desires, hopes, and dreams.
I remember one day Snape had said something to me and I was just furious. I never had reacted that way toward him in my life. No matter what he had done I had never gotten the urge to attack. I ran out of the room and you caught me. You held onto me and just kept holding me until I began to cry. My body broke down in your arms and it was at that point that I realized how much I needed you.
I love you.