Ghost In The Crowd
Louis
In our concerts or my matches -- you were always there in the crowd, supporting me.
Either it be bobbing your head to our songs or wearing a jersey shirt and having Tomlinson and the number 17, our anniversary date, written in the back just like mine. And I would always spot you because that was just how it was, your beauty standing out above everyone else.
You would wave at me, beaming brightly and eyes sparkling like you were saying I'm so proud of you, because you were.
But now, as I raised my hand to wave back, I blinked because you suddenly faded away. And even though your beauty always stood out, I lost the sight you in the midst of different faces.
Then I remembered, you were gone. We were gone.
And now I have to get used to seeing your ghost in the crowd.
07|28|16
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