Dear Fred,
I hate you.
Love,
George
Dear Fred,
I take what I said back. But really. I hate what you've done to me.
Love,
George
Dear Fred,
I miss you.
Love,
George
Dear Fred,
I had a dream last night. It was about the time when Ginny was born, we were by Mom's side, and we said, at the exact same time: "We should name her Ginger pops!"
It doesn't make sense that we'll never get to do that ever again.
Love,
George
Dear Fred,
I'm sorry I haven't written in so long. I didn't know what to say. I know you'd understand what I'm thinking, I know you know perfectly well the state of our family. I bet you're somewhere up there looking down at our bawling, nightmares, and sleepless nights, and you're laughing at us, you're saying "Guys, guys, come on, smile! I'm still here! I'll always be here with you." It sucks being your twin because sometimes when I talk to myself, I can actually convince myself that it's you speaking.
Love,
George
Dear Fred,
I had a nightmare today. I woke up, turned around, and told you, "Well, that was a bad one".
I'd forgotten you weren't there.
Love,
George
Dear Fred,
I think I'm in love. I haven't been this un-miserable in an eternity. I want to spend the rest of my life, the life I was supposed to have with you by my side, with Angelina.
I know you were fond of her. Please forgive me.
Love,
George
Dear Fred,
We, the old members of the DA, met up today. We sat in silence for hours. Harry made us cast our Patronuses.
I can't do it anymore.
Love,
George
Freddie!
I hope my news will make you grin that silly grin of yours. I have a son! He's beautiful.
His name is Fred.
Hope you're well, love,
George