20 days [l.s.]

day 6

december 9

dear louis,

you told me you were moving out. apparently, living in holmes chapel all your life won't do you any good. that's what you told me. you left home early in the morning and came back very late. and drunk. you were angry at your fate. i know you want to become a singer louis and i believe in you. i know you'll get everything you want eventually. i tried explaining this to you but you wouldn't listen. you just snapped at me and told me that i was too young to know how difficult it is for you. believe me lou, it's just as difficult for me to see you hurt. it's 2 a.m. and i can't sleep. i'm thinking about living without you and i'm only praying that you don't notice me sitting and crying against the closed door of your room right now cause i love you. so much. so so much.

h.x