communications to ms. lane // H. Styles

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harper lane,
         accept this apology. i beg of you, please accept this apology. i've waisted all these years waiting for someone to come along. someone better, hell, maybe even someone worse. i didn't know. i still don't know, to this day. it's been what- almost two and a half years? i've tried to find someone like you. i've tried to find someone opposite of you. anyone at all, and no one came. no one was there. this all happened only because i left. i left you. i left us. holmes chapel was the beginning, the middle, and just barely the end of us. leaving that wretched place to get away from everyone, and you as well for my own liking. i didn't even take your ideas, your wants, into consideration. we're over because i wanted something better. we're over because i forgot about you. i didn't ever forget about you though. i've tried to convince myself over and over again that i could, that i did. but i couldn't, i can't. i won't ever be able to forget about you. your beautiful smile. terrifically white teeth. your dirty blonde hair that went to your mid-back. your eyes that seasonally change from blue-green in the summer-spring to the blue-grey in the winter-fall. your merely-flawed skin that i can never forget the touch of. how you hate to look in the mirror, and face all of your insecurities and flaws i can always look past and love. i love everything about yourself that you don't. i love everything about you. your shy but bursting personality, your beautiful body you were always afraid of. your likes and dislikes. everything. i love you, harper lane stewart. i am sorry for leaving you behind. i am sorry for leaving us behind.
         -harry edward