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'dear gellert...
where are you? i'd like to talk.
about what happened at my house, i mean.
in case you wondered, ariana' funeral is next week on tuesday.
your friend, albus.'

'dear gellert...
you missed it. the funeral, i mean.
her body was so small, gellert. she looked so harmless.
appearances can be quite different from personalities.
i miss you. miss bagshot is very worried.
your friend, albus.'

'dear gellert...
i haven't seen you in offer a month.
i don't blame you. aberforth had been acting irrational. i only blame you for using the curse you did.
look, gellert, we need to speak. you can't just do all that you did and get up and leave.
albus.'

'gellert...
you've not answered one of my letters in the past year or so. not. one.
i pleaded him to stay quiet, but aberforth told about your involvement with ariana's death.
you're a fugitive now. i shouldn't be corresponding with you.
corresponding. is it even corresponding when only one person is doing the writing?
albus.'

'gellert...
if you don't answer this, that's it.
i loved you.
i loved you, and you loved me.
that's what you said, that night. the first one we spent together.
prove it. prove your love. just something, gellert, something.
  if you don't, i won't write or try to speak to you, or even care about you. never again.
albus.'

'i loved you too
gellert.'
grindewald read it and re-read it and read it again, before finally burning it. those four words that would've meant everything to albus.
he just couldn't risk it.
he'd done it for the greater good.