The Night Before.

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by anny420

by anny420

January 31st, 2016

I don't know why I'm doing this right now. The night before his birthday. I miss him. Still love him.

I still love Harry.

Smoking weed was never a thing I did when I was younger. It makes me forget about my problems. Makes me feel more free. Harry never liked me doing it anyways. He always said "Eventually you'll get tired of it. You'll come back I just know it."

Since tomorrow's his birthday I think I'll call him. He always had a huge part in my life since freshman year in college. I think it's time I become myself again to be there for him. He needs me. I need him. We need each other.

I don't understand why I decided to leave the love of my life. For "being free" as I said before. But I guess we all make mistakes.

My mistake was leaving him. I'm finally going home to my baby.