I saw him walk in the bar. Looking the same after 10 months. I immediately turned away , I didn't think I would ever see him again. The whole thing was just so stupid. He left and now he's back. Why though? I started to to render the letter you wrote. Now that was a silly thing to do now that I think of it.
Dear Harry,
This is going to be cliché but please keep reading. You stopped loving me a long time ago. But yet you still stayed with me, you held me, you kissed me ,and you tried to love me. What is love? One thing I have to say is why didn't you just tell me you stopped loving me? You know me very well. I would've understood, things come and go I'm used to it. Thank you for pretending to love me for 5 months. That's one of the nicest things a person has ever done to me. There will always be something for me to remember about our time together. Some of my best moments were with you. Those I will never forget. So I sit here in this cold apartment writing this letter to you. Hoping that you will read it. Hoping you will not worry about me. Hoping I can get over you. Hoping. Honestly I don't know if I can. But you have -you've always been the lucky one- so go on with your life. Find the perfect girl. Have the perfect wedding. Have the perfect family. Have the perfect life. Just know that there will always be one more person out here who loves you.
Sincerely Al
He just left and never returned. Harry had always catered to my needs, but then out of nowhere he tells me his true feelings. I was sad, angry, and devastated. I let him go I didn't even try.
"These are for you." The bartender said turning my attention back to reality.
She placed 3 shots of tequila in front of me. Tequila was my favorite drink. I also only ordered 3 at a time. One person only knew this. Harry.
" I didn't order these, you can take them back." I said
"No I know. Guy in the black shirt did. He's pretty cute. Take them at least let him feel like he accomplished something."
There he sat down a few feet from me. We made eye contact for the first time in 10 months. Before I knew it he was walking in my direction, and sitting in the seat next to me.
"It's been a long time." He said. Oh gosh I missed his accent and the deepness of his voice. It's almost like a spell.
"Certainly has. How's your life going?"
"Well. I moved back to NYU. What about you?"
"Still at Coloumbia."
"Right."
"It was nice to see you. Maybe we can talk another time, I have some studying to do. Same number call me if you want." I said before downing the three shots of tequila.
The coolness of the night helped to relieve whatever I was feeling right now. He's not gonna call. The thing about Harry is that once you get to know him and you have a relationship with him, no matter what happens he will always have a place in your heart. You can't just stop loving him, which is what I'm feeling right now.
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