Letters Of A Lost Love

Yours,

Dear lovable,

You've grown on me. I like the flowers very much, I'm afraid they will die soon though. Often beautiful things get sacrificed to look pretty elsewhere for a while. Tragic really.

I'm happy you've accepted my apology. I won't do it again, would you perhaps like to join for this upcoming Hogsmade trip? As a friend mind, I still have eyes for Mr Smitten, he can't love Lilly forever.

Yours,