Dear Harry,
My dork. Remember when you asked me to the dance? The spring dance was coming up and neither of us had said anything about it. I had honestly guessed you had forgotten or didn't want to take me. I wasn't right, you had actually been putting a lot of thought into the question, I just didn't know. We were at your house and you had made me a cake. When I went to see the cake you had written 'dance with me?' on the top of the cake. I remember being near tears, because I thought it was beautiful.
I loved that you put so much effort into the cake. I loved the cake you made just for me.
I love you my dork.
Yours forever,
Louis
