June 20, 2023
Dear Rose,
I believe if you are reading this, then we have fallen out of touch and you chanced across this letter. I believe that you haven't gone through your Potions Book since Graduation. I believe that if you are reading this, then you have long since moved on... I believe if you are reading this then you might have a family, and have kids that have found this letter in your old Potions Book. I hope you have not forgotten me, Rose. I know I have not forgotten you, I could never forget the one person who looked past my name and the things my family has done and still want to be friends with me. I could never forget the eleven year old girl who I first spoke to. I could never forget anything. You are, Rose, the one person I have loved and probably will always love somewhere deep down... I'm sorry for not telling you I loved you. I'm sorry for not taking my chances when I had them. But it's too late now. But I'll tell you everything...
First Year a boy meets a girl who quickly becomes his best friend. They protect each other from her family's harsh words about heir friendship. They protect each other from the bullies.
Second Year, he tells her about his family and she about hers. They open entirely to each other and thinks he found the greatest person in the world. The one who doesn't judge him by what his family has done.
Third and Fourth Year he doesn't see her at all. His family has him busy and he is unable to even write to his friend. He believes he lost the one person that could have cared less about who he is. So he consumes himself in his academics, as does she.
Fifth Year he walks the train trying to find a compartment to sit in when he comes across HER by herself. He asks her if he could sit and she nods and he sits across from her. They fall into conversation of what was going on the past two years. They both admit they never wrote because in part they didn't have time... but more or less because they were waiting for the other to write first. In December she admits to him that she has a crush on him. He didn't admit it back because he was terrified that if things went wrong everything they had would be ripped apart.
Sixth Year the two are closer than ever. He loves her more than he would ever let show. When the Sixth Year's Dance in April is around the corner, and she doesn't have a date she asks him to go with her. He does. The feeling of holding her while on the dance floor is something he would never forget. Monday they talk about the dance. He refuses to show his true feelings for her, and knows she thinks he only likes her as a friend. In May she looked happy, and started to show the body language that she no longer liked him like she once did. His heart breaks as he realizes that he is loosing his chance with her. He still doesn't tell her that... he loves her.
Seventh Year is when a Ravenclaw asked her out, but he hated the guy. He hated the fact that she still went along with going out with this Ravenclaw, when he knew that she still had feelings for him, the Slytherin Prince. But he remained quiet. He gives her every hint that he likes her more than a friend. But when she confronts him about it, he lies and tells her he only sees her as his best friend... nothing more, nothing less. Inside he is dying at the fact he is letting her slip away. If she had only acted upon his body language towards her, she would have found out... he loved her. Seventh Year Dance came and he didn't go. He hates Dancing, just as much as she does maybe a little more. But he still refuses to go.
I wish I had told you in person, Rose. I wish I had the courage in Fifth Year to have you as my girlfriend. I wish I had the courage to tell you: I Love You,In Sixth Year. I wish I had told you in Seventh Year I loved you. I wish that at Graduation, I had told you. I wish at Graduation... I would grabbed you into a tight hug, buried my face into your shoulder, told you I love you, and kissed you to prove I meant what I said. But I didn't. I never did. You're slipping away from me, Rose. I think I already lost you in that respect.
True Love is not about the hugs and kisses, the 'I love you's' or 'I miss you's', but about the chills that hit every part of your spine when you think about her. Rose, you are and always have been my dream. I shouldn't have let you go. I should have told you I loved you every chance I had. I should have kissed you Sixth Year before, during, or after the dance to show you I loved you. To show you how much I wanted you.
Now... Now all we are is friends. Now all we are is strangers. I'm sure we haven't talked in months, maybe years. I would have been waiting for you to write to me... and knowing you, you would be waiting for me to write to you...
I love you,
Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy