HP Thirty-Five Owls

Dear Gellert:

I know it would be better for me to wait for you to reach out to me.I'm afraid I'm at a disadvantage - Nurmengard is outside the range of Legilimency, and now I can only guess at the most appropriate way to reach you.

I still remember how angry you were during the weeks we were together.If you get irritated, you will leave suddenly, isolate yourself from the outside world, and the whole person exudes a haze, and then come back a few hours later as if nothing happened.I think the hours have turned into months now?The time of being isolated will always be very long, but compared to you, what I feel is already very short.And I don't say this to mock you, I even find you attractive when you're angry - those wild visceral fluctuations in your emotions are part of your charm.

And I also know that I should actually let you go, but I can't allow myself to let you go.I guess that's probably one of my downfalls, I mean this kind of meddling beyond my own reach.And now, if we were face to face, I think you'd probably snap at me for my mocking humility, turn around and walk away...

I'm here to beg you to turn back, yes.Not as a famous wizard, not as a Hogwarts professor, not in any way that I would be proud of.Just being a man, because that's all we have when the sails are gone.You used to call me a friend, old man.And you wrote to me, wanting to have a simple correspondence - that's all I can guess.I'm so glad it did, and I say it now with the purest candor.And you have every right to be angry with me.

I do not hate you.Could you please convince yourself of this and then judge me fairly on this?Can you get yourself to stop hating me?

Regards.

Albus Dumbledore

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Lao Deng couldn't bear it anymore (honey smile)

Idonothateyou.-From the original text