Dear Ron,
Why? Why, did you have to leave me like this? You cannot know how much this hurts; if you did I couldn't believe it of you to inflict on me, and Harry. Harry, your best friend. You hurt him with your anger, and he is pretending to be okay without you. You know he needs you. We are both pretending, actually, I wonder at how I manage not to simply cry all day. You were out of control, Ron, over-powered by the locket, and you didn't mean what you said. You didn't mean to storm out like that, did you? I want to believe that you didn't, but could be completely wrong? Have you changed completely from the Ron I knew and loved?
I'm missing you every minute, every day here; well, here, there and everywhere. We said we would do this together, Ron, the three of us. It feels so wrong without you here. You don't know it, but I depend on you to calm and soothe me when I'm anxious. You do it simply by being there. God, Ron, if you could only see me now, I know you would realise how I feel about you. I think you feel the same, but then I think back to last year, and her...
How am I ever going to know now? I might never see you again. These times are so uncertain, and so dangerous, and I need and want nothing more than your presence here, to reassure me. But that hasn't happened, not tonight, or last night, or the nights before that. Sometimes I fear that you are never coming back, and that you've cast us off forever...please prove me wrong; I'm begging you, Ron.
I need you.
I miss you.
I love you.
Hermione.