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I want you. Need you. I look at you and I go weak. My legs turn to jelly and I feel like I'm about to collapse.
Damn. This sounds so much like a fucking cliché. I didn't mean for this, I truly didn't. I just… want you, need you, breathe you, taste you.
You are my sustenance. You keep me alive.
Oh, look. Now I'm being redundant! See what you do to me?
I wanted this to be at least a little sentimental. After all, this is my final goodbye to you.
I'm going to miss the sweet taste of your lips, the feel of your body under mine after I've exhausted myself in the feast of your glorious body.
Your eyes. Oh God, your eyes. They could be filled with love, pity, hate. Love for me, pity for Harry, and hate for that filthy mudblood.
She never deserved you. I hate to say this, but she deserved the fate she got. She got a nasty end, but she deserved to feel the pain she inflicted emotionally upon you.
I'm glad that I could save you from her torture. But now I've been tortured. Yesterday when you told me that you might have found someone new, I seemed okay with it on the outside, but on the inside… I was broken. I feel that the mudblood merely bruised your heart, whereas you ripped mine to shreds.
So when this letter is handed to you by whoever finds it, you're also getting what's left of my heart. It's yours forever, because I won't need it where I'm going. After all, what Malfoy needs a heart? So I leave you, love. Goodbye forever, Ron. May you know I always loved you.