16th july 1998
dear thea,
i finally got out of bed today. i made a cup of tea and sat on the swing. our swing. and i watched the sunset, i know how much you loved the sunset. the mixing of the colors of day mixing into one dark blue to cover us all night. i stayed out there until the cold was unbearable. ginnys supposed to come visit soon. the weasleys are still recovering from fred. i know you two are somewhere sipping cocktails on a beautiful beach, with trevor. i've covered all the pictures of us. it's unbearable to see you. i've been wearing that jumper you took in fifth year. it smells just like you and i haven't taken it off in days. do you know if this feeling of despair will ever go away.
i miss you more
and more everyday,
neville