Dear George,
It's four in the morning, but I can't sleep. I'm tossing and turning; I'm thinking about you, like, literally every night this week. I just wanted to know how you were doing, really. I know we didn't talked in such a long time - Mom is also worried sick about you. You should give her some news, you know.
Where are you now? There is some rumor that you are somewhere in New York, living as a muggle. Are you having a good time? I hope your taking a least some pictures to show us someday. Here, right now, from my kitchen, I can hear people screaming and partying, for the fifth anniversary of the end of the war. Yeah, five years already…
When Hermione come from your place two years ago, tears falling freely on her face, saying that you were planning to go far away for some time, I didn't believe it. I was stupid enough to just think that was a meaningless thing that you told her, and that you would come by the Burrows the next morning, like every Sunday. When you didn't show up, and when a saw her face, I knew that you were gone. But I do hope that you did find whatever thing you thought was missing in your life. Did you finally find it, George ?
Did you know that she still have the ring that you gave her that night; I see her looks at it often. She sports it now in place of our wedding band.
I should have known that you were serious; the last time you came to our flat, you looked so much older. You were again wearing one of Fred's old shirts, the red one who is torn in the shoulder. You were quietly talking and laughing with Hermione, like you two were doing so many nights, and only you eyes seamed still youngful. We all took a toll when Fred died, but I never saw how much it was affecting you until that moment. And then, you departure was the last straw for some more of us.
There is so much thing I would like to say, but can't find the words. I guess that I would like to say that I miss you, and that I forgive you. I want you too know that if you ever back to see Hermione, or me, that you are more than welcome. Know that your enemy is again only your brother and his wife isn't his anymore.
I think I would need to thank you also for all the sadness you make disappears from her eyes all theses nights; it were there for so long that I had given up trying to make it better, I think. She deserved more.
I hope you are happy now. I hope you did find what you were searching for. Or maybe just come back home, reclaiming what is really missing in your life. She misses you too, you know.
I hope to see you again some day.
Your brother,
Ron.