It's been a while, hasn't it, love? I was roaming around Grimmauld Place and dug out an old trunk of yours. You'll never believe what I found in there! I found your hideous sequined pants with the sparkles and gaudy baubles we enchanted onto them. Remember, love, the ones that would change color with whatever song was playing at a particular concert we were at? I found your oversized, faux diamond encrusted glasses with the flares on the side of the frames and even that old makeup kit you'd drag out before concerts and Quidditch matches and smear all over your face like some sort of demented Red Cap! I even found some of our old records (some even from our Hogwarts days!) Brian Slade, David Bowie, Venus in Furs, even the Wylde Ratzz. I played them for the first time in years, dancing by myself, singing along to long forgotten lyrics. Just for the hell of it I smeared myself in blue and pink makeup, sprayed myself with glitter, and even slipped on your sunglasses! (I tried the pants on dear, but to no avail. By god how skinny we were back then!)
Listen, I know your gone. I mean, it's been a couple months and all. I'm still not over you. It. Everything that happened. It's just so unfair. I live without you for years only to have you return and then vanish again. Like a slipping warmth that comforts for a time before slowly eking it's way out of the blankets until your left cold and shivering.
To be honest too, Sirius, the war is not going at all well. So much has happened in the space of a dozen weeks and yet it feels like a lifetime. Things would be better if you were here. I haven't slept walked in a few weeks and I don't cry as often. That's not true. I cry everyday and you know it. I know you're here. You have to be. The alternative just isn't possible. You're in this very house. You're in my skin. You're part of my soul, Sirius. God I love you, but I'm going to go now. I'm always thinking about you. I love you.
-Moony