Didn't sleep last night. Bloody hell I couldn't. I sat in the commonroom for hours after she went up to bed, I stared at the door to the girls dormitory wondering if I had ever felt so wonderful! My mind got to work, I started imagining things that probably shouldn't be running through my brain.
*blushes slightly as he writes*
Things a gentleman shouldn't be imagining.
So I picked up a book, studied for those blasted OWLS, read. Couldn't sleep, better than the alternatives, nightmares. I should sleep, but I can't. I'm floating. It's an almost embarassing feeling but I feel to good to be ashamed.
I am writing to say good evening to the wild child who stole my heart, and made sure I went back to my dorm thouroughly soaked. I had so much fun last night. I can't wait to see you again. I haven't sleapt a wink.
So instead I read, studied, and
Have you ever loved
With all your soul
Felt the burning
Ached with want
Panged with need?
I bet you not
I have indeed
The beautiful girl
Who has taken a hold
Cannot be compared
To a mountain of gold
Elizabeth is life
She is my breath
And I will dream of her
Until my death
Yes that's what I wrote. It's terrible, I'm no poet. I have, however, been working on a suprise in my boredom, as soon as I can see you... It has to do with what you said last evening.
She's so hot, and that smile, and those eyes. I melt for those eyes.
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