Hi.
So fucking odd, isn’t it?
I haven’t seen ya for a long time.
Exactly, it's two months, three weeks, twelve hours, thirty-seven minutes, and twenty-five minutes. Yeah, I count. Isn't it insane? Insane as I am. Insane as you are. Insane as we are. Pardon me, were. As we were.
So, how does it feel? How does the world without me seem? It may sound selfish but that’s not my intention. Just wanna say that my world is empty. I think it's like a box of glass. Attractive, sometimes fragile, cold inside, and empty. So fucking empty.
Truly, I didn’t mean to complain. There are millions of break-ups every day. The most wonderful love stories ruin and nobody can manage it.
Our story doesn’t seem like the others. Seemingly, it wasn’t special, but there was a fire that warmed us for a long time. It was wrong as fuck but this kind of mistake (like you called it) made me happier than ever. So, I suppose I should say thank you.
Thank you despite that I'm sitting under the whomping willow and writing a stupid letter into the abyss. Thank you despite I'm crying right now like a Moaning Myrtle. Thank you for all the best moments and worst nights with nightmares about you. It’s a pity that our story doesn’t deserve a happy ending but screw it. Just thank you.
05/03 Yours forever, Harry James Potter.
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