DEAR H. (l.s)

09

13 March 2016

Dear H,

I'm writing to you because I have no one else.

I remembered something, Harry.

I want you to remember it too.

A day or two after my birthday,

We were at that little diner,

About a half mile away from your house.

We had just finished watching Love Actually.

When you saw that it was playing,

You got so excited.

I didn't want to watch it for the thousandth time,

But I knew how much you loved it,

And I knew it was rare for it to be playing in a theater.

So we saw it.

We held hands the whole time.

And at the diner,

You wanted to sit by me in the booth.

But I said no,

I said, No, Harry, sit across from me, so I can see your eyes.

Your eyes are my favorite thing.

I feel like when I look into them,

Everything else fades away.

All the hurt I have known,

Whether it be heartbreak,

Or a hurtful argument,

Or the torment I received in grade school,

Or listening to my parents fighting,

Or a scraped knee,

Or a paper cut,

Or a head ache,

Or a broken bone.

It all fades away.

And there is only

You,

And me.

I want it to be you and me again.

Forever Yours,

Lou.