Okay, so I can admit it here.
I miss you, you complete and utter git.
I'm not supposed to and I don't know why.
And it kind of scares me.
Ugh, this is horribly disturbing and revealing and I just want to crawl into a corner and forget I ever thought of doing this.
But at the same time this is oddly refreshing.
You are a BLOODY GIT.
Git git git git BLOODY GIT.
Ha. Take that.
This whole summer thing is kind of nice, with me not having to see you for months.
The next time I see you will be at Hogwarts.
I plan to wow you.
I DID NOT JUST THINK THAT.
I DID NOT JUST THINK THAT.
I DID NOT JUST THINK THAT.
The heat is affecting my brain.
Curse promising myself to be truthful in all aspects of these letters.
Curses.
This is ALL your fault, James Potter.
-Lily