sorry to bother you but my belly kind of hurts, i think it's because i miss you a little (or a lot) and i pinky promise i'm only using the seventh Weasley brother as a distraction. sweetheart, do you remember the lovely boy i met a while ago? he looks exactly like you but my love, his eyes shined brighter. ...how could i have let him get away?
originally part of a longer poem but i decided to crop it and edit