Love, Astoria

letter eighty-two

December 27th, 2000

Dearest Draco,

The way the words from into strange yet lively sentences continues to infatuate me. You no longer speak of dirty slurs, you now speak of a love, and are now a man of change.

I believe that. I truly do. I promise.

I've grown to love the things I know about you. This is our 82nd letter in a matter of six months (minus the first two).

I've noticed how descriptive you are. Wether it's your feelings or my eyes, you know exactly what to say.

I've noticed that you are in pain, but despite the pain and unfortunate events you faced, you still managed to give your time to helping other people by being a Healer. You've taken time out of that to write to me.

I want to talk to you forever. I want to help you, to heal you. I know I can't do it all, but I want nothing more than to be there for you.

Hoping for your next letter very, very soon,

Astoria