DEAR H. (l.s)

01

5 March 2016

Dear H,

I'm writing to you because I know you will listen.

No one will listen to me anymore.

They tell me I'm crazy.

They tell me I messed up really bad this time.

They tell me you're not coming back to me.

I know they're lying.

They're lying, right?

I tell them they're wrong.

You wouldn't leave me.

You promised you'd stay.

Where would you go?

Did you forget everything we had?

You told me I was special.

I believed you.

I gave you all of me.

And now you're gone.

Did you forget about the times we would talk about running away?

Did you forget about the times we would plan our future?

I don't think this is how love is supposed to work.

Do you still love me?

I still love you.

I will always love you, Harry.

Do you remember the way you blushed when I first told you I love you?

I do.

Do you remember the way I wasn't quite strong enough to push you in the old tire swing behind my house, so you had to push me?

I do.

Do you remember the fields where we'd ride our bikes when we were younger?

I do.

I wish we could go back.

I didn't mean to make you leave.

I wish I knew where you are.

Please come home, Harry.

I'm lonely.

You promised me forever.

You know how much promises mean to me.

You know everything about me.

You know I can't sleep with the windows shut.

You know I love the way your hair falls perfectly.

You know I love you.

I thought you loved me.

Was I wrong?

I wish I could see you.

I want to make plans again.

When can I see you?

Can I see you soon?

Forever Yours,

Lou.