December 5th, Late Morning
Sam,
I don't know how to do this, at least not very well. Professor McGonagal and I had a long talk after you left with Inspector Moody, and it brought several things home to me. She assured me that she and the Inspector would not say a word about our relationship, except to Mum. I'm really dreading that conversation, but at this point, it can't be helped.
It hurt me more than I can say that you don't trust me. Do you really think I haven't thought, every day, that with you locked away at school you won't find someone closer to your age? I chose to trust you, though. I chose not to be jealous of the fact that the boys at the school get to see you and talk with you much more than I do. I'm sorry that you couldn't find it in yourself to trust that I won't cheat on you, the same way I trusted that you won't cheat on me.
Because when you get right down to it, that's what love is really about. Trust. My parents taught me that lesson really well. So, if you don't trust me, there's not a way you can really love me. It's as simple as that.
I told you when we started out that I like my women mature. What you did last night showed me that you lack that trait. In point of fact, everything Inspector Moody said, about me rather you stay at the school and owl me, that you stay safe and not risk your life, that you not risk your education for something so ridiculous, was absolutely right. You could have owled me. We could have talked it out through the locket. Instead, you chose to risk your life and your education over something I could have told you wasn't true. Do you really think I would like knowing that you had died trying to come see me? And do you really think that risking your life unecessarily makes me think of you as a mature young lady?
And if that's going to be your reaction every time you hear about something you don't like, then it's obvious to me that I am bad for you.
I can't bear the thought that I might be the cause of your death, or you loosing the privaledge of learning at Hogwarts.
All that being said, I really don't want to break up with you, but I feel I have to, if only for your own good.
I think there's a compromise, though. When you complete your education, have come of age, are at that time single, and still want to give this a go, I'd be more than willing.
Until then, I really hope that, despite all of this, we can remain friends, though given your temperment, I'd understand if you didn't want that.
Yours,
Charlie
I don't know how to do this, at least not very well. Professor McGonagal and I had a long talk after you left with Inspector Moody, and it brought several things home to me. She assured me that she and the Inspector would not say a word about our relationship, except to Mum. I'm really dreading that conversation, but at this point, it can't be helped.
It hurt me more than I can say that you don't trust me. Do you really think I haven't thought, every day, that with you locked away at school you won't find someone closer to your age? I chose to trust you, though. I chose not to be jealous of the fact that the boys at the school get to see you and talk with you much more than I do. I'm sorry that you couldn't find it in yourself to trust that I won't cheat on you, the same way I trusted that you won't cheat on me.
Because when you get right down to it, that's what love is really about. Trust. My parents taught me that lesson really well. So, if you don't trust me, there's not a way you can really love me. It's as simple as that.
I told you when we started out that I like my women mature. What you did last night showed me that you lack that trait. In point of fact, everything Inspector Moody said, about me rather you stay at the school and owl me, that you stay safe and not risk your life, that you not risk your education for something so ridiculous, was absolutely right. You could have owled me. We could have talked it out through the locket. Instead, you chose to risk your life and your education over something I could have told you wasn't true. Do you really think I would like knowing that you had died trying to come see me? And do you really think that risking your life unecessarily makes me think of you as a mature young lady?
And if that's going to be your reaction every time you hear about something you don't like, then it's obvious to me that I am bad for you.
I can't bear the thought that I might be the cause of your death, or you loosing the privaledge of learning at Hogwarts.
All that being said, I really don't want to break up with you, but I feel I have to, if only for your own good.
I think there's a compromise, though. When you complete your education, have come of age, are at that time single, and still want to give this a go, I'd be more than willing.
Until then, I really hope that, despite all of this, we can remain friends, though given your temperment, I'd understand if you didn't want that.
Yours,
Charlie