Dear Cedric,
I feel really weird writing this. I haven't written one of these since, what, first year? Wow, three years already! Anyway, I have something to tell you…but I can't tell you. Does that make sense? No? Good, you won't ask questions. To start off I just want to say that you're still my best friend Cedric Diggory, no matter what. Now to move on…
I think I like you Ceddie, as more than my best friend. Of course I'm not going to tell you this. Now I understand what those girls were doing in our first year! But now even more girls of all ages are realizing that you're sweet and charming and handsome. And they're all so beautiful and perfect. So why would you even want to choose me, your tomboy best friend of 8 years, over them?
They'll never know the real you though. They won't know how you get nervous before quidditch matches and big exams. Or how you always eat one food at a time during meals and you don't let your foods mix. Or how you still come over in the summer and spend the night with me in our old tree house the night before our birthdays. They won't know how you have a bad habit of biting your nails. They won't know that you don't want to follow your dad's footsteps to work in the Ministry, or that you won't tell him that. They won't ever know that you drink your tea with two sugars and a lot of cream.
No, they'll probably never know any of that. But I will Ced. And just remember that I'll be here for you when you need me. All you have to do is ask. No matter what I start feeling for you, I'll always be your best friend first.
Love ya Ceddie!
Presley