*slipped down the back of Moony's shirt when Sirius comes downstairs for breakfast*
You're probably going to laugh at me for still calling you Moonykins and Moonito, aren't you? Well, I don't care. I'm calling you Moonykins anyway.
Why I missed you:
1) Moony-smell. Every single time I catch a whiff of chocolate, or tea, or books, I think of you. And whenever it's just an inanimate object, I'm terribly disappointed.
2) listening to you breathe. Okay, maybe you think that's weird, but honestly, I could tell exactly how you were feeling by the way you were breathing. It got so I barely even noticed the actual sound, it was
instinct. When we were apart, I listened for it, and it wasn't there.
3) your smile, the smile that you only let
me see. The smile that says
I know you love me, but I love you more. Even though I still don't think that's possible.
4) for the record, I love your unattractive jumpers and your frumpy grandfather socks. I think they're beautiful.
5) full moons. Full moons were the worst, especially the ones I could see from my cell. I wished I could be by your side, making sure you were alright.
6) and yes, I'm going to be shallow and say that I missed the time we spent in bed around the full moon -- the fiery, more animalistic sex beforehand, and the sweet, tired snogging that often didn't even turn into anything afterwards, but I was just glad you were doing alright.
7) having someone to pounce on. Do you know how hard it is to repress the pouncing instinct? But I had to, because there was no one I wanted to pounce on except for you.
8) the way you always made me feel like I'm worth something, even though I don't have a last name. Not one that counts, anyway.
9) how annoyed you got when I interrupted your studies, and yet... you weren't really annoyed. Not when I made it worth your while.
10) Moony-goo. BEST. THING. EVER. You melt, seriously. There's no better way to explain it, and even
that description doesn't quite encompass it. I know you're the one melting, but knowing that I have that effect on you has always been really important to me.
11) your scars. I've acquired a few of my own since we've been apart, mostly little ones. Each time I see them, I miss yours even more. They're beautiful.
12) the way you refer to yourself in the third person all the time, like you just did in your letter. I've never understood why, but it's incredibly cute.
13) your practised faces, and the times when I can make you laugh so hard that all that practise just goes to hell.
14) Moony goo. Yes, it bears repeating. Over and over. Literally.
15) making you laugh. You know, half the time my pranks weren't really about whatever I said they were, they were just to entertain
you. You giggle like a girl, Moony. I love it.
16) even when I'm not talking to you, just having you around. Remember how in the Common Room when one of us would be talking to James and I just couldn't pay attention to the conversation enough to keep my hands off of you? And how he'd tell us to get a room (and the wonderful times when we took his advice)?
17) waking up with my head smooshed in your skin, so that I can barely breathe. I think I could have slept deeply even in Azkaban if I'd just had a Moony pillow (not that I ever would have let you come in there with me, you're far too good for jail).
18) on that note, falling asleep next to you was brilliant too. You're right, it's incredibly cold in bed without both of us.
19) you yelling at me for hiding your books, or something else stupid. And, especially, how easy it was to make that angry tone turn into something else entirely. (Although I think I'd rather you didn't yell at me now, since this stuff is... not quite so trivial. Not that you'd actually do that.)
20) EVERYTHING. Everything about you, things that I didn't fully appreciate when I had them, and some things that I probably still don't realise I take for granted. I value your friendship, and your love, and your attention. I'd be an even worse person without it.
Don't bother correcting my grammar, I know it won't pass muster. If I've taught you one thing in the time we've been together, I hope you know that love surpasses stupid rules like grammar and book learning. It can even survive stupid things like the law, and war.
I love you.
-
Yours Always,
Padfoot Current Mood: 
grateful 
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
guiltygrim's journal
anxious
devious
annoyed