Dearest Juliet,
I thought everything was going right. I thought I had made you happy, for I couldn't stand to see you hurt.
I thought I had lit a fire inside you, made your eyes twinkle with joy. I had made you smile a true, genuine smile.
We had run around all day, acted like little kids. Me twirling you in my arms, you throwing your head back in laughter.
Oh, I wish how I could go back to those moments.
I would stare for a little longer; I would hold you a little tighter; and say I love you a little louder.
Always,
Harry
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Letters to Juliet - Process of Editing
PoezjaCollection of poems written in grief, with a tale of how a couple torn apart by fear can find their way back to each other. All poems are mine! © brokenflowerss
