14th November 1980
Dear Moony,
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My life would be hell
If I didn't have you.
Only roses can be other colours too, can't they? I don't really know about violets, but you'd think they'd be violet, right? Rather than blue? That'd make a lot more sense I think. I'm rambling again though, see what a mess my poor brain devolves into when you're not here? And when I have to put up with Gideon and bloody Fabian bloody Prewett for two bloody weeks in a small bloody house with no bloody entertainment and tons of bloody smart comments about bloody everything!
I'm calm. I'm sane. I'm not about to lose it. I swear. The red headed twins from hell are not slowly driving me mad. And my name is not Sirius Black.
Missing you like mad,
Padfoot