My dear Remus,
It's taken me eight years to write this. Eight years to get over everything and to think about you and not go into a mad rage.
Not because of anything you've done, never that, never that. Because of the way you looked at me. The disappointment in your eyes nearly killed me.
I don't know that I'll ever see you again. Even if I did, would you believe me?
Maybe it's better this way. That it ended when it did.
I can still dream about you.
In the darkest nights, you will always be there to comfort me.
Love,
Sirius