I've always loved everything about you, even what I didn't understand.

"I read that one in a book once,"

Arms around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder, Harry's breath hits your ear as he speaks softly at you, almost whispering. He behaves as if you were s dandelion, as if you were going to fly away from him at the slightlest breeze, maybe that's why he holds you so tight.

It's hard to pretend you're not flustered, not only by the close proximity —as you're sitting between Harry's legs, your back against his chest— but by what you're holding in your hands: love letters from him to you.

They're not new, he gave them to you around the beggining of your relationship since he had a hard time expressing his feelings in a verbal way, it was easier for him to write it down. As trust builds up between the two of you, he was able to say how he felt about you to your face, saying outloud what he would've written in a letter.

Yet you kept the letters, and today he asked you to read to him.

"I was a kid back then though, I can't really remember which one."

Harry's thumb rolls in invisible circles on your stomach as he explains the meanings behind every word in the letter. It's such an intimate yet peaceful moment between the two of you, Harry always feels at ease when he's around you but it's different now, he doesn't remember anything or anyone who stresses him out, he just drowns in your warmth, in your touch, in your voice.