Dear Harry,
It's been too long since we last met, I think it was the summer of 2013 because the only thing I can remember about it, is your tanned broad shoulders and those worn out jeans that that you can't get rid of. I remember that and the things you did with your tongue to me and the way your lips moved when you sang to me one of your songs, the rest is just a blur due to my heavy overdose on drugs.
The point in this letter is to tell you that I miss you. Yes, it took me three years to realize it, to own up to it and admit that you weren't just another adventure of mine, just another boy that slept in my bed. You were something else and you still are.
I've been listening to the Rolling Stones lately because they take me back to you and that September night we got stoned while listening to them. Your beautiful green eyes were red just like mine and we laughed and cried while ‘Angie’ was playing. Such a tune. We made love to that song too and you whispered it in my ear the morning after and I loved it even though I ruined the moment by shutting you out of my room because you were acting like a lovesick teen when in reality I was just scared to fall in love with you.
I did, Harry. I did fall for you, really hard but I had to cover it all up and I wasn't ready to put my heart at your mercy. I wasn't ready to give up my dreams for you, so when you asked me to tour the world with you and the lads I told you I had better things to do, you got mad and didn't call for three days. The thing, Harry, is that I'm a stupid girl for not facing up the music, for not telling you that I was in love with you, for not following you around the world like a groupie would have done.
I'm a fool and I'm sorry, I just hope that someday, if something brings you back to my space, you'll remember me and smile despite of all the crazy shit I put you through.
I love you,
Lola.
