This story is going to be sad. You have been warned. Proceed.
Harry,
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I made you leave. I still don't know what I did, but I don't care. It had to be something.
I'm sorry that I broke you. I honestly wanted to make you stronger.
You weren't supposed to take my insults to heart.
You were supposed to tell me that I couldn't hurt you.
You were supposed to tell me that you were done with me.
And then I was going to tell you that I didn't mean it. That I loved you. That you were my missing piece.
You weren't supposed to think that I didn't love you.
I did.
And I still do.
Oh Harry you were my heart.
You kept me going, I met every day with one incentive: to see you.
I wish you could have known that I wanted to marry you.
That I spent every day at home, crying that I had missed the chance to tell you how I felt.
Do you remember my band, Harry?
Do you remember the day that you came and sang with us, by Zayn's request?
We never sounded better than that day.
And we never will.
I wrote a song for you, Harry.
We call it Moments, I'll be sure to sing it to you when I see you again.
It won't be long Harry.
I'm coming to see you.
And I will tell you everything that I have loved about you since the day we first met.
I lived to see your green eyes.
And now I'll die to see them again.
I love you Harry.
I miss you.
I'll see you soon.
I promise.
Love, Louis