(This story takes place in 1960's)
Warning: Devastating and sad
Theme song: Repeat until death
Description:
Love was forbidden in the Church of Burned Romances. But sometimes the forbidden burned the brightest.
The church, with its charred steepl...
I found a polaroid picture in the attic of my grandfather's house. The air was thick with the smell of old wood and forgotten memories, the kind that clung to things abandoned for too long. I sifted through weathered boxes, their edges frayed with time, brushing aside brittle letters and fading photographs.
As I continued to go through the box, I found more photographs, some faded with age, others sharp like the first. There were letters, written in elegant cursive. The ink was smudged and faint. Two old bracelets lay at the bottom, their leather worn but still intact as if they had stories of their own to tell. Every item seemed like a piece of a puzzle, one that had been lost, scattered in time, waiting for someone to put it all together.
But it was this one polaroid picture that made me stop.
I leaned in, my breath catching in my throat as I tried to make out the faint inscription in the corner of the photo. The letters were delicate, almost lost in the grain of the image, but as my eyes focused, the words became clearer.
My Dearest, Harry.
To my heart beats only for you. I carry you with me, in every thought, in every quiet moment. Know that you will always have piece of my heart, no matter the years may pass. If I had known our time was so short, I would have told you every day how much I love you. Until we meet again, my heart will remain with you, whenever you are.
I will never stop loving you.
To my heart, forever yours. Louis Tomlinson
1967, picture taken by Louis Tomlinson.
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