It's a little strange how much I look forward to getting your letters now. You would think that after years and years of living in the same dorm I wouldn't be excited about hearing from you, but it's different now. You're in Romania and I don't see you enough, so really, the best things I get are your owls. And I know that sounds stupid, but it's true.
I miss you. So much. It feels like I have everything I want. I love my cottage and I love my job. Sure, things are getting a little odd around here, but I'm happy. But it doesn't seem as great as it should be because I spend so much time wishing you were here. There isn't anyone better to go to the pubs with, you know? Tonks and I need someone to come with and buy us drinks. But it's more than that. Things just aren't as funny if you're not here to laugh with me about them.
I was thinking maybe I could come for a visit soon? I know you're busy, but you keep saying how upset you are with your boss and I thought we could both use some time to hang out. I understand if you're busy and all, but I thought it might be nice. Besides, what else do you have to do, right? Unless you're seeing someone and if you are I don't want to intrude.
Work is still fine. Actually, nothing has changed at all since my last owl. I probably didn't need to write again. Oh well. It's late. I should get to bed. Write me back soon, okay?