10 March 2016
Dear H,
I'm writing to you because I think you will listen.
No one will listen to me anymore.
It seems that you are not listening, either.
I remembered something yesterday.
The day we fought,
It was exactly one week before your birthday.
That means you've been gone,
46 days.
That's a long time, H.
Why can't you come back?
I don't understand.
You used to whisper promises in my ear.
I remember the raspiness of your voice.
I'll never leave you.
Nothing could ever come between us.
I'll always be here.
The two of us, we're together forever.
And the most important of all,
I love you.
Harry, I am afraid if I stay up much longer,
I fear I will drown in my tears.
That, or run out of tears,
And how am I to grieve over your disappearance if I've got no tears?
I miss the way your thumb was always there to wipe my tears.
So,
Goodnight, H.
I want to make plans again.
When can I see you?
Can I see you soon?
Forever Yours,
Lou.
YOU ARE READING
DEAR H. (l.s)
同人小说larry;completed "Come back to me, Harry. I need you." "I lost count of how many days it's been. I told myself to count. I guess I messed that up, too."
