To Dean, « I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way that this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep » SONNET XVII Pablo Neruda With love, joy. [HALF-BLOOD PRINCE & THE DEATHLY HALLOWS] ALL CREDITS GO TO J.K ROWLING I ONLY OWN ANNABEL AND HER PLOT LINE cover by @crestmaws