My love,
I could write about how perfect you are, but those complete pages could never do you justice. It still wouldn't show your true beauty, my darling. But in this letter, I'll try my best to transfer the picture.
When I saw you for the first time on that kitchen counter, your eyes shined so bright like a crystal ball hitting the light at the perfect spot. Like a moth drawn to a flame, I knew I wanted to be with you. After that, it was pure bliss. To picnics with a sunset, car drives with you and the random music you were into that day, even the extra late movie nights. Each day with you felt like a dream. I never wanted to wake up. You make me feel like I'm on top of the world. Even when we went mini golfing, you had the brightest smile. That smile, god. I could go on and on. Even when we got invited to a kid's birthday party, you convinced me to jump on the trampoline, and I watched the childhood glimmer paint your skin. Everything you did, made me go wild. Everything we did together is so deeply engrained into my memory that I could even tell you the perfume you wore that day. That's how much you've taken up my mind. I wish those memories were never-ending, but I suppose that would be quite impossible, wouldn't it?
I hate to see you go now. I know I've been pulling you so close, and you need the space to be unrestrained for a while, but can you blame me? I've never met anyone like you. It drives me insane not being with you for more than a couple of hours. You suck the air out of my lungs, my love. But each day, you replenish it with your sweet words and delicate touches. Now that you're gone, the air has not returned, and I'm not entirely sure if it ever will. You gave me life after I was so close to the edge. You pulled me back from the drop. I got to be in your arms instead of lying on a cold table of the people before me. I am so grateful for that. No matter where you choose to go from this moment, I will always be appreciative.
Things haven't been the best right now, and I know some of that is my fault, but I never considered it would end like this. Or really that it would end at all. I wish you the best, regardless of how you choose to go on. I want to be selfish and scream out for you to come back to me, but deep inside, I realize that would only cause more damage, and the thought of harming you completely shatters me. It tears everything inside of my body apart. But if you are truly satisfied without me, that's what you deserve.
Every bone in your body is so glorious, you are beauty, the definition of it. You never see it, but I do. The whole world needs to notice that. I don't want you to waste your gift all on me. So go out and explore. Try not to think about me too much, I'll remember for the both of us. Let them all see how captivating you are, inside and out, and I'll watch from the sidelines, cheering you on with all the noise my body will permit. I won't worry about where you are, as long as you are happy. That's all I want for you, my love. No matter how much I wish for it, even if you don't come back to me, I'll still be proud of you. Always was, always will be.
Forevermore, my Jezebel.
With every ounce of my love,
-Harry
