Will you ever see how much I love you?

I guess you think I'm over you.

Ha. I wish.

I wish it were that easy. I wish I didn't have to feel this way.

All those other boys, they were nothing. I felt nothing. At one time, I thought you might get jealous, but no, you had no reaction.

I love you, and you don't care.

You're the Boy-That-Lived, but that's not why I feel this way. I don't care about your status or anything like that. I probably did back when I was young but not now. I'm not a little girl anymore.

I'm not quite sure why I love you. It's for loads of different reasons. I love how you're so tall, when I talk to you, you tower over my small form. You make me feel protected, safe at last.

Those green eyes. When you talk to me, I feel like I'm the only girl in the world. Your eyes are so shiny, too shiny. Not like the eyes of a normal boy.

But I think the reason is your pure goodness you hold inside yourself. When I saw your face after Sirius died, my heart could have broke. The pure love and grief was painful for the rest of us to bear.

I think your goodness is what makes you so special, so powerful. You don't have the same darkness I hold inside of me.

I want to be as pure as you but I can't. Tom took that away from me.

Sometimes I can hear Tom laughing in my head. Is that normal?

I'm scared.

I don't think I've changed that much since first year.

I don't think it's normal that, while I'm kissing another uninteresting boy, my head is sometimes full of you.

The rest of the time I think of Tom.

I want you to be my hero. Take Tom from my head. Make your goodness take his place.

Can you do that for me?

Harry?

Please?