letters i'll never send

you come bounding back to me, with your great strides and stupid grin and floppy white hair. as long as you never break the heart of someone in our chosen family - never touch amelia or... really, that's it, we've got a limited number of people who will want to hang with the son of a death eater and the utterly disappointing chosen one's son - i keep my mouth shut. i accept you, because you're my best friend. i know i'm yours, though you'd never really say it.

i'm yours, but i can't say it.