Dear Harry

Letter six

Dear Harry,

Jonah talked to me again today. He called me beautiful, and I smiled even though I didn't believe him.
He also asked me if I wasn't sad about my dad going away for my birthday, and I was surprised he even knew my birthday was coming up. I told him the truth that I don't really care 'cause we wouldn't have done anything anyway. He dropped the topic and I was glad for that. Questions about my dad only makes me upset, and when I'm upset my whole body shakes uncontrollably.

I cut your name into my wrist last night after finishing your letter. Now I'll always have you with me in more places than my heart. Am I crazy for doing it? Is it crazy to love someone you've never even met so much that you feel happy while cutting their name into your wrist? Because I did, I did feel happy. I was smiling.

You probably think I'm crazy.

I'm sorry for being so weird.

I'm sorry for even existing.

I wish I had never been born. But if I hadn't been born I never would've known about you, and I want to know about you. You're my sunshine, Harry, please never stop shining.

Love, Florence.