Writing to myself

Oh my. I find myself worrying constantly. About Lucius. About Bella. About classes, as foolish as that is.
I miss my Lucius so much, he prevents me from worrying. I am so excited for his Birthday, I hope he likes the gift I got him. Mother said it was a family heirloom, from a great uncle or something like that. It's a gorgeous silver ring with an emerald stone, a engraved snake surrounding it. I had it resized to Lucius, having asked him ages ago once what ring size he wore. I got a quizzical look, but it was well worth it. I hope he loves it as much as I do...
I wonder if he is well... I have found myself writing to him, though he said owls could not reach him. I think it's a strange therapy, now. Imagine, my darling and my alienst! Hmph.