Dear Harry,
My Haz. The day after you tripped I realized that we shared a few classes together. I found myself staring at you in all of those classes. I had to get a tutor because I was getting bad grades because I was paying attention to you and not the lesson. That's how much I loved you.
I loved the way you held your pencil and they way your tongue poked out when you were really thinking. I loved the way you would huff when your hair fell in your face and hearing you muttering about cutting it off.
I love you my Haz.
Yours forever,
Louis
