There was a time when I thought you would come to me. I thought that after you left me for that imbecile, you would come to your senses and back into my arms. I thought that you would need me and miss me as much as I did you, as much as I still do.
You never came. When you left, you left for good. Not a word of acknowledgement at ministry events, or when our paths cross in town. Not even a look.
Does it hurt too much to look? Or do you hold to much guilt. If I were to look into your eyes what would I see? Happiness and joy at the life you now live, or a shadow of the passionate woman I once knew. I would put my life on the latter. I know what pleases you. I know every sound, every touch, every look that ignites your soul. I know that you can be just as satisfied after a heated debate as passionate love making, and yes, that is what we did.
Despite how you said you felt nothing for me; I know what it was that I felt as our bodies melded together. It was love. It was a timeless love that most normal people would treasure. But you are not normal. You are far from normal. You care more about others feelings and views to be normal. If you were normal you would have come back to me because it was what you wanted. In fact, you would never have left me. You would have stayed because whether you realized it then or not, one day you will realize that you love me.
I know that you love me, Hermione. It's time for you to admit it. I will be waiting for you at the place and time our lips first met. Will you come? Will you be there? I hope you will be. Please say you will be.
I will be waiting.
Forever yours,
Severus