I see you. I think I always have, in a way. Your green eyes in a crowded room, the only light In a dark room.

Your hair, your skin, your voice, your laugh, your smile haunt my dreams my thoughts and my life like a beautiful poem.

I was the daughter of Tom Riddle. I was confident, but so were you. You were maybe even more bold than I was.

You’re my best friend, but, sometimes I wish you were more.