Dear Sunny,

It is good that you will not push, because I will never tell you. Or anyone else. I am this way for many reasons, some of which I have no control over. I see no reason to change. Except that you keep pushing me to do so. I should run in the opposite direction and never look back at you.

Muggle studies is an entirely useless field. I can learn more from experience than what they teach at school.

It will no doubt confuse and please you to learn that I am happy you will continue hitting me. I would rather you take out your aggression on me than on someone who could hurt you in return. Which is about as close as I will come to admitting that I do not want to ever hurt you.

I do not need to corrupt you to get closer to your cupcakes. I cannot wait to break your fortress down. As infuriating as I can be, Sunny Garcia, you are a trial of patience. I did not think I had so much.

I did not think we were solely about kissing. There is always the punching.

Yours,
Stasi