My dear hermione. Ive been going back and forth about whether I should even write this. Part of me knows I probably shouldnt. but another part of me just couldnt stay quiet. I miss you. And I still dont fully understand if I miss you. or the way you made me feel but either way, it hasnt really gone away. I couldnt open up to anyone the way I opened up to you in a long time. And maybe thats why this is so hard to just let go of. There hasnt been a single day since we stopped talking where you didnt cross my mind. Not once. Its always the small things: your laugh, your humor, your voice your ginger hair your one sided dimple. the way you made me tear up from laughing. The way I could just sit and admire your beauty for hours. The way you gave me hope that it will all work out in the end even though we have thousands of miles between us. I know I moved too fast. I know I probably made you feel pressure, and Im really sorry for that. I just felt something real, faster than I expected. and I didnt know how to slow it down. I didn't know how to react to what I felt when I saw you. But what hurts the most isnt even that it ended its how real it felt while it was happening. There was something about you that made everything and anything possible. Im writing this and I don't know what to expect. But I do know that i don't want to be someone who gave up on a genuine connection. I know that i dont want to be someone who felt something real and never had the courage to say it out loud. I really fell in love with you. And I truly felt something special for you. And a part of me probably will never stop feeling it. Ill be here if you ever feel like talking again. But even if not, Im just glad I finally had the courage to tell you the truth.