Loving.
Such a strong word.
It pains me to say it.
But I love when I say loving,
I do.
It remindes me,
of the first time we met.
For me, it was a dream come true,
you know.

Hating.
Another word,
That I don't like to say,
Because I really don't hate you.
It's true.
I like you, ok?
I won't try to hide it.
Because you are the right person,
For me.

Funny.
That's what you are.
You always make me laugh,
when I am feeling kind of blue.
I know,
Because I see,
that you always blush when,
After I laugh at one of your jokes.
It's true.

It's like,
you know that I,
love you to bits because,
You watch me from every corner.
I see,
you watching me,
come out of Ginny's room,
When I come down stairs to cook.
I watch.

You know,
that I love you.
But sometimes you hurt me.
No, not that kind of hurting.
See here.

Sometimes,
you insult me.
You don't know what you say?
For example, a know-it-all.
Don't lie.

You also,
made me cry once.
Yes, you did it in first year.
But you saved me from that Troll.
Thank you.

You're lucky,
I forgave you,
for most things you have done.
Like saying Crookshanks killed Scabbers.
I did.

But now,
I am depressed.
Sad or depressed, I feel both.
How could you say such things to me?
Why...why?

This time,
I am thinking.
Should I forgive you, Ronald?
Maybe I should, maybe I shouldn't.
Think, Ron.

Before you act.
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