Foolishly, I thought we would be safe. I never
Really thought about one of us dying. I mean, we worried about the family but
Even then, we didn't include ourselves. We never thought that
Death would separate us. While fighting Dark
Wizards and Witches, I suppose it is never safe to think anyone will survive, but I never
Even thought about you dying. You know? We thought about Mum and Dad, Ginny
And the boys. Hell, we thought about us kicking the bucket. But it was always us.
Sometimes I turn to tell you something, and I'm surprised you're not there. It doesn't hurt
Less to realize you're gone again, but in time they say it will.
Everyone is in mourning. But few actually lost half of their selves.
You would tell me to move on, but nothing will ever be the same.