I figured it out, father, what I've been missing all these years, it just took me so long to find it. There was a time, when I was young and foolish, that I thought it may have been material possessions. I often asked you for the best robes and the best brooms, and you so graciously obliged, but they did nothing to fill the gaping whole in my heart, that I could never find the reason for. I moved on in my quest to find it. I next decided that it was revenge I was looking for, on Dumbledore, on Potter, but when the time came for me to act, I somehow knew it would make me feel worse than I did, and I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I may not have been the cause, but my revenge was taken, but still it was a vain and fruitless effort. I moved on. I then thought that maybe it was possible serving the Dark Lord and following in your footsteps would do the trick, I've been there and done that, but no, that wasn't what I was missing either. What I needed, all this time, was for you to say "I love you, son", or "I'm proud of you, Draco" just once, something to make me feel that I was more to you than just someone to carry on the family name. I wish I hap found it sooner, I didn't realize what it was until mother and I were leaving roses on your grave, and now, the closest I'll ever get to that is in my dreams.
Forever,
Your loving son,
Draco