May 21st, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
Sometimes I look back at the times we were still together. Cuddling, kissing, singing songs while we make each other breakfast in the morning. I know I'm not exactly the best cook, but you still ate whatever I made.
I was watching some of our old films when were young, the other day. It brought back so much memories that I will never forget. Hopefully if you get back, we can watch them together. It reminded me of how much I missed you, but of course you knew that.
I hope you get back soon so I won't have to cry in the middle of the night anymore.
Love, Louis.
Hope you liked this chapter!.xX❤