I love you, Ginny. I love how you slightly tilt your head when you smile. I love the way your hair looks like it's on fire when the morning light hits it. I love how competitive you get over a game of Quidditch. I love the evil look you give me when you're angry. I love the way you grab me and kiss me when we make up.
I have lost so many people and sometimes, I shout into the empty fields or I throw dishes at the wall. And then you're there; you come and you lift me out of the dark hole I've found myself in. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me see the good in the world and you make me appreciate every second of life.
I want your face to be the first thing I see every morning and the last thing I see every night. I want to have a home with you, with little children running around our feet. I want to give you everything that was taken away from me.
I promise to love you with all of my heart until it decides to stop beating. Will you marry me?
