Hermione wrote her feelings down the night before Ron leaves, this all belongs to the brilliant JK-Rowling. Enjoy! And maybe… Review… please?
She wrote the letter while the others were asleep, writing has always been an easier way of describing her feelings. She knew it needed to be something special, something honest, it needed to be perfect. She was staring at an empty piece of paper not knowing how to start it, but she had promised herself she would be honest. So she simply wrote down that she didn't know how to start it. After hours of thinking and writing she had found her words, they weren't perfect, but that wasn't possible. She would give it to him tomorrow, during his watch. Than that awful fight happened and he had just… left. Without a word. She had screamed for him, begged him to come back, but he didn't listen. She had lay in a chai r, wrapped in his blankets, for hours, crying. Because he wasn't coming back. When she knew Harry was asleep she took her letter again and started to read. Silent tears fell down her face as she looked at the most important piece of paper she had ever hold, the piece of paper that meant everything, the piece of paper Ron would never read.
I never really knew how to start a letter, mostly it begins with a 'Hey' or a 'Hello'. But this time these words doesn't seem right.
Don't understand me wrong, what you need is a hug as greeting and a sweet word softly whispered in your ear. Let me say it like this: I would give you this. Just to let you know how wonderful I think you are.
You are not a famous actor, not a rich singer, you are you and that's, to me, ten thousand times better. I don't need money, don't need a big house when I've got you. Some people call it 'falling in love' ,pessimists call it 'an accident'. How I call it? no idea… There are no words for what I am feeling right now, there's no description possible.
A sunset will never be the same without you next to me, the sky is suddenly bluer. Your smile can make me forget everything, but your eyes say it all.
I'm confused, I don't know what to do or say. Everything seems like a mess and you're the only one who can ensure order.
I don't know what's so special about you. Is it those eyes? Your way of living? Is it your humor? I don't know, but I do know it's something more than amazing.
I can keep writing, hundreds of pages long, I can keep saying how wonderful you are but that's the exact same thing as one time saying:
I Love You