Do you actually know how amazing you are?

How beautiful you are?

I look at you and I see someone whom I don't deserve. But I'm glad that I've got you. I am … so, so thankful that I've got you.

Dumbledore said that the most powerful weapon was love, that the most important thing in the world was love, and that's probably the wisest thing I've ever heard.

(And I've known Hermione for a long time.)

I love you so much that, with your face in my mind, your voice in my ears, I would be strong enough to do anything.

Almost anything.

I wouldn't have been able to die, if I hadn't known that in doing so, I would be protecting you. And yeah, it was protecting so many other people, but you were a big part of that.

Do you know that you were my last thought before I was killed?

And if I die again - properly this time - you'll be my last thought then.

You are the beginning and the middle and the end of the world, and I love you.

Do you know what's stupid?

I can't tell you. I can't tell you all this. Saying "I love you" just isn't enough.

If we had enough time, I would sit you down and tell you every thing that I love about you.

But for that, we'd need all the time in the world.

I love how I can spot you immediately in a crowd, just because of your hair. I love how you always have cold feet, and you'll press them onto my legs deliberately. I love how you are so small, yet you're one of the strongest people I know. I love that you were always so tough, and yet after Fred's death, you cried for days. I love the fact that I'm the only one who can make you blush. I love it when you do blush, your face matching your hair. I love your blazing look. I love your smell, your lovely flowery smell. I love how, when you're playing Quidditch, you always have the biggest smile plastered on your face. I love how you think no-one notices when you fall asleep during a conversation with Percy. I love how you seem to like how messy my hair is, and how you love messing it up even more. I love how someone can give you a cat, a mug of hot chocolate, and someone you love, and you'll be perfectly content.

I love how that someone is often me.

I love how you always try to make me do the cooking.

I love the way your mouth turns up when you tell people that if you hadn't met me first, you would have married Dudley.

And I love your indignant expression when they laugh.

Do you know that you don't need to tell me that you love me?

I know.

I know, and I don't know why, but I'm pretty certain I'm not going to question it. Just the fact that you do is enough to make me the happiest man on earth.

Do you know that if I looked in the Mirror of Erised now, I'd probably see myself exactly as I am?

That's because of you.

Cheers, Ginny.