ETERNITY || h.s. [1]

07

January 1, 2007
11:08 pm

   
     Dear Harry,
 
     My delightful, my love, my life.

     I'm was so infinitely used to you that I now feel myself lost and empty: without you, my soul.

      You turn my life into something light, amazing, rainbowed–you put a glint of happiness on everything–always different: sometimes you can be smoky-pink, downy, sometimes dark, winged–and I don't know when I love your eyes more–when they are open or shut.

      It's eleven p.m. now: I'm trying with all the force of my soul to see you through space.

     It's not working.

     I have dreamt about you before. That you were here again, with me.

      It was glorious, H.

      I could feel your skin underneath my fingertips. Your warmth, I could feel it through my clothes. I held you so close, I didn't want to let go.

      It's a new year, I should make it a resolution to forget you, that's what the lady says.

      Never, I will never do that. Who would want to forget you? You were a gift to this world, Harry. And you chose me, which I'm still baffled by honestly.

      I'm hoping if I try hard enough, I will dream about you again tonight. I'll let you know how it goes.

-a.p.