Pieces

Louis

Chapter Two

Louis,

There was a boy named Louis who I fell for and who I longed to be mine, he was exquisite and compassionate and his face glistened like the morning dew on a single blade of grass.

I was captivated and aware that by choosing to fall for such a peculiar stranger would be questioning if my heart knew that it could break into indefinite pieces, pieces in which could never be mended even if the very veins in my body were to reconnect them together.

But as naive as I condemned myself to be, I encouraged my mind, body and spirit to interact with such a kind tender soul and to not be frightened by the outcomes but, to instead replenish in the given experience of love.

Louis made my heart flutter and my stomach ache with every metaphoric knots tightening inside of me. He had consume my thoughts and inhabited my life and I wanted him to belong to me more then anything.

The triumph and fall of how we came to be is written for your eyes to wander and your mouth to mumble with the motion of your fingers to touch, these pages hold the words I was to shy to share with you.

This is how you came to be the pieces of me.

Signed,

Harry Styles