I miss you, man. I never really tell you how much I loved you did I? How much you meant to me as a brother? Well, you meant a lot even though I didn’t really show it. You were my role model, I wanted to be like you; carefree and happy. But now you’re gone and I don’t think things will ever be the same. I’m not happy, Fred, I’m on the verge of depression. I do a good job hiding it though. I try and help George from hurting himself, try and help Ginny from having an anxiety attack, try and tell Percy nothing was his fault. But me? No one asks. Hermione does and Harry. But that’s it. I don’t tell them I’m depressed, that would scare them. I don’t know what to do, Fred. I just miss you.
P.S. I was hoping that would make you laugh, wherever you are.