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A/N: The ramblings of my deranged mind. It sounded much better in my head.
Please read and if you have the stomach review. Morgana_alex
My Dearest Minerva,
I write this knowing that while I live I will never allow you to read it. I've watched you everyday since that wonderful and tragic August you walked in to Hogwarts and into my heart. It was wonderful for the few moments I allowed myself to forget that I was your superior. I allowed myself to drink in every inch of you with my eyes. For those few moments I was just a man who had met the woman of his dreams. The tragedy was that I had to remember that as headmaster I was bound by the restraints of my vocation. Those archaic rules imposed by the ministry that meant you would forever be out of my reach. I could watch from afar, but I could never touch you, never love you, as I wanted. When you greeted me that day I took your hand and kissed it. I remember the feel of your skin soft, warm, inviting. You looked in to my eyes when I released your hand, I had held it just a little too long. In the many years since I haven't so much as patted your shoulder. I have kept a professional distance. We are colleagues and can perhaps be considered friends. But I have denied you so much more that my love. I stood by and watched the warm, vibrant woman become the stern, cold professor you are today. My blind sense of duty has destroyed the one thing I sought to save. Your Heart, I realise now that you would never have offered it to another. If I could go back in time and change one thing in my long life, it would be that instead of closing the door to my heart, I would throw it open, declaring my undying love for you. Even if it had cost me my job. But as with so many things I have left it too late. In the morning we go out to fight the biggest battle the wizarding world has ever seen. A battle from which I know I will not return. I wish I had your strength. The Griffindor courage to say all of this to your face, to beg you to understand. But I do not. I have taken the cowards way out. My only hope is that you will one day find it within yourself to forgive me. I ask only that you remember you have been loved even if it never felt that way, and that in death as in life you have my heart.
My love always and forever
Your Albus
A/N: The ramblings of my deranged mind. It sounded much better in my head.
Please read and if you have the stomach review. Morgana_alex
My Dearest Minerva,
I write this knowing that while I live I will never allow you to read it. I've watched you everyday since that wonderful and tragic August you walked in to Hogwarts and into my heart. It was wonderful for the few moments I allowed myself to forget that I was your superior. I allowed myself to drink in every inch of you with my eyes. For those few moments I was just a man who had met the woman of his dreams. The tragedy was that I had to remember that as headmaster I was bound by the restraints of my vocation. Those archaic rules imposed by the ministry that meant you would forever be out of my reach. I could watch from afar, but I could never touch you, never love you, as I wanted. When you greeted me that day I took your hand and kissed it. I remember the feel of your skin soft, warm, inviting. You looked in to my eyes when I released your hand, I had held it just a little too long. In the many years since I haven't so much as patted your shoulder. I have kept a professional distance. We are colleagues and can perhaps be considered friends. But I have denied you so much more that my love. I stood by and watched the warm, vibrant woman become the stern, cold professor you are today. My blind sense of duty has destroyed the one thing I sought to save. Your Heart, I realise now that you would never have offered it to another. If I could go back in time and change one thing in my long life, it would be that instead of closing the door to my heart, I would throw it open, declaring my undying love for you. Even if it had cost me my job. But as with so many things I have left it too late. In the morning we go out to fight the biggest battle the wizarding world has ever seen. A battle from which I know I will not return. I wish I had your strength. The Griffindor courage to say all of this to your face, to beg you to understand. But I do not. I have taken the cowards way out. My only hope is that you will one day find it within yourself to forgive me. I ask only that you remember you have been loved even if it never felt that way, and that in death as in life you have my heart.
My love always and forever
Your Albus