You are in love. So am I. But not with the right people. No, maybe we are. But it didn't work out. Nothing ever does. You are happy, I'm glad about that. You deserve to be happy. I don't like it that you're happy with him. The selfish prick, "I am the chosen one." He's not all that bad. He's a good friend. But I can't help being hurt that you chose him over me. There was a time when I had you. Your bright flaming hair, your beautiful blue eyes. You were good to me, and I'm thankful. But of course it didn't last long. Did it ever exist at all? Sometimes I doubt it. But it doesn't matter now. You left me. And you are with him now. Happy, oblivious to anything bad in the world. I suppose I should have seen it coming. It makes sense. You really do love him, and I pray that he loves you to, gives you what you deserve. I thought I loved him once, when I was young. Do you remember that, in our first year? We were the best of friends. But my feelings were never as strong as they were for you. As they still are. Nothing will ever change the way I feel about you. But when you didn't return those feelings, when you left me alone, that's when you drove me straight to him. That's right, your arch-enemy. You would laugh, if you knew. Or maybe get mad. But I doubt you would care much. After all, you are too wrapped up in your new life now. I hear you're thinking about adopting a child. That's great. I bet you will both be wonderful fathers. Draco will be a good father, I know. He tells me every day, as I feel the child growing inside me. He has been good to me, and I love him for that. But not the way I love you the way I always have loved you. The way he has always loved me. That's right, he loved me. All through school, I was the only girl he ever had eyes for. I never doubt it. He proves it to me every night. I suppose that's why he hated you so much. Because I was hopelessly in love with you. I still am. Not that he would ever know. He has given me everything, and want for nothing. Except for the one thing he can never give me. You. I love you, Ronald Weasly. I always have, and I always will. I hope you are happy forever, and that he gives you everything you ever want. I love you, I love you, I love you. Good luck, my love.