Repentance

Not a day goes by without thinking about him, Ron. Am I in love with him, I don't know. I never talked with him freely, like I did with Harry. Every time I come back to my lifeless flat, I stare at his old letters and think about that day in The Chamber of Secrets. His ocean eyes, fiery hair, and soft lips, his warm embrace, and awkward cries of glee after he kissed me.