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Chapter 16
Dear Harry,
I have no idea what to say! All I know is that I can't get my mind off you! When I go to sleep, I'm thinking about you. When I wake-up, you're the first thing that pops into my head. I even dream about you!
I can't keep myself from sounding so desperate, but it's the truth, and you are not meant to see this anyway . . . not yet at least. When the time comes, you'll understand.
But I also don't want to keep my hopes up. I'm honestly trying to sustain myself, and you know me well enough that self-control has never been a major issue for me. Whatever happens in the future, whether we end up together or not, I can never let go of you.
And right now, while we are only separated by a few walls—literally. We aren't at the same point I hoped we'd be by now. I made that wish when I was young, and I'm different now. I don't have a petty crush on you anymore, but it did mean something. It had to. You mean so much more to me now, though.
I haven't noticed until now that Michael Corner didn't mean anything except to distract me from you. I forced myself to forget whatever I wanted to have with you. I didn't have many choices in order to do that. Dean Thomas will always be a dear friend, but he doesn't come close to you at all.
My world revolves around you, Harry. Maybe this was the saddest excuse for a love letter, but instead of going on and on about moons and butterflies and flowers, I wanted put the petty puppy love to the side, and focus on my true feelings for you. I realized that I was pushing them away. I couldn't take it anymore!
I apologize in advance for sounding like such a harebrained prat, but I couldn't ignore what was deep in my heart.
Ginny