Dear Harry,
I found your old lilac sweater.
It still smells like you.
I always keep it with me.
I hold it every night but the bed still feels so empty.
I bought a few candles because I know you used to love them.
I still lie awake hoping one day you'll come home.
But that will never happen.
Maybe I'll see you soon.
Love always, Louis styles
DU LIEST GERADE
Letters to Harry // L.S
LosoweHarry isn't there anymore. Louis doesn't want to believe that.
