It isn't terribly fair, is it? That you can read whatever I write you, and can't write back directly?
I'm so very glad that you're alive and awake.
No matter what, you are still George. Marvellously clever, thoughtful, sweet, wonderful, wickedly funny George. My George.
I love you because of your smile and your ability to see the best in people, not because when you wave a stick around, sparks come flying out of it.
(I also love you because of your fingers, and your mouth, and the way you look at me when we kiss, and the way I fit under your arm, and your delicious ability to focus when we're together, and how you wave your arms around when you're excited, and the look on your face when you've solved a problem, and, and, and.)
I'm not saying it'll be easy, or fun. But I'm here.
And I love you, George Weasley. Every last silly, lovely bit of you.
Private Message to George
Date: 2015-04-25 11:13 pm (UTC)I'm so very glad that you're alive and awake.
No matter what, you are still George. Marvellously clever, thoughtful, sweet, wonderful, wickedly funny George. My George.
I love you because of your smile and your ability to see the best in people, not because when you wave a stick around, sparks come flying out of it.
(I also love you because of your fingers, and your mouth, and the way you look at me when we kiss, and the way I fit under your arm, and your delicious ability to focus when we're together, and how you wave your arms around when you're excited, and the look on your face when you've solved a problem, and, and, and.)
I'm not saying it'll be easy, or fun. But I'm here.
And I love you, George Weasley. Every last silly, lovely bit of you.