Blaise
Zabini
June 12th, 2006
wherever he is…
Dear
Blaise,
I hate how you have this spell on me. I can't go into a
room without looking into your dark eyes. I can't go to sleep at
night without seeing your face in my dreams. I hate you! I hate
loving you1 I'm 16, I'm not supposed to love yet, and already you
have stolen my heart. Are two fated to love, ever meant to love at
all? You a Slytherin pureblood and me a Gryffindor Weasley, a
pureblood traitor. I curse the day I ever set eyes on you. You were
handsome standing there alone in the hallway, a book poised in your
strong tan hands. A smirk on your face as you read through the text,
with deep brown eyes. Black eyes that looked up at me giving me,
Ginny Weasley a grin. Then you walked off without a word and left me
to ponder your behavior for months. I finally figured it out…I love
you, Blaise. And I hate loving you…because as much as I want it, I
can't have you. Now my world has been torn in two with a broken
heart. Thanks, Blaise. Thanks for ruining my life with your love.
Baiting me with love I could never have and never will. I hate loving
you…
Loving you always,
Ginevra Weasley
