Letters to Harry // L.S

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Dear Harry,
I went to your grave yesterday.
I hope you liked the flowers.
They smelled lovely.
Like you.
Remember that time we went to the park and carved our names into the tree?
It's still there.
It's a little faded, but it's still there.
It made me think of something.
Like how love can fade but it's still there.
And it doesn't leave.
Like our love.
You may be gone, and I may have forgotten a few things about you, but the love is still there.
And it's strong.
And it always will be.

Love always, Louis Styles