Dear Prongs,

I miss you more than you and the Marauders more than you know.

I'm really sleepy but before I go to sleep, I thought I'd let you know that you mean the world to me and I am so lucky to have you as friends.

I wish I had more time: I've been meaning to call but I haven't even had time to cry.

much lurve,

Moony

Life is an adventure as of late

and

I find there is not enough time;

the sands are slipping down the neck of the hourglass

at a frightening pace

and

I find myself asking: where have all the flowers gone?