My Dearest Ginny,
Life without you is like breathing without air. It just doesn't work. I've tried to make it on my own, and something is missing. But I currently have managed to hold on to one little air bubble, one shred of you that has made it through. I know I destroyed all chance of there ever being an 'us' again, and I accept that fact. But, my air pocket, my little life preserver, is the fact that I broke up with you for you. Because, with me, you're not safe. With me, life isn't ever a guarantee. Every night you would have been cold and hungry, and I would have been helpless. And when, if, I ever get back, I know things won't ever be the same. There's no way they can be. But, if ever you have a lonely night and need a friend, there will always be a seat open, right next to me. I know this letter will never be received. Hell, it'll never be sent. But I love you. I'm a coward, and wasn't ever able to say that to your face. Was I afraid of rejection? Maybe. Was it some small emotional problem left over from the Dursley's? Probably. But I don't give a damn. There's no excuse for my ignorance, and I will never forgive myself for that. When I get back, you'll probably have moved on to some other guy, because really, there's nothing special about me. You deserve better than a fame-seeking vigilante, who can't even support himself, let alone a family. I guess Snape was right after all. Ha. For now, I'll just sit alone, rotting in the Dursley's, waiting for your family to come pick me up, as always. I guess I'll see you at Bill and Fleur's wedding.
All my love, forever and always,
Harry
