pieces of a heartbreak

thirteen;

today is your 21st birthday.
but you're still my baby boy.
its the curls.
no, the dimples.
or maybe his jade eyes.
his bubbly laughter,
or the way his cheeky smile forms.
it could be the way his deep voice talks,
or his beautiful singing voice.
whatever it is that makes me fall in love with this boy, it hasnt left since he was 17.
he set me free.
he makes me happy.
he makes me cry.
he will be the reason i die alive.
you think this is a stupid celebrity crush,
but oh. its more. it has an extremely deeper meaning than a 7 year old girl jonas brother thing.
"he doesnt know you exist"
i like it that way.
"hes gay"
thats okay. even though he actually isnt. i wouldnt mind.
"he ugly"
not to me. hes perfect. every single feature about him.
"his hair is too long"
he likes it. hes happy. so i like it. im happy. if you call yourself a fan, but dont think harry is cute anymore BECAUSE OF HIS HAIR, you need to reconsider what you consider yourself to one direction.
"he cant sing"
sorry i cant hear you from the top of the charts :)))))
im in love with an idiot, who makes me complete. he means more to me than anyone to walk this earth. i love him more than any internet friends, actual friends, family, you name it. remember that the next time you offend him. i love him more than you. okay with that said, dont hate because you dont like them. thats how your brain functions, mine differently. dont offend me because of our differences.
i will forever love hazza, my beautiful boy with the curls. happy birthday harry edward styles. make it great.