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dear henry,

gosh, how do i start?

its been almost half a year, and you're still deployed over seas.

our baby girl is almost here. she should be due some time next month. i really hope you'll be home by then.

i don't want to recieve a letter saying you've exploded into a bunch of pieces because i'll lose my shit.

i miss you sitting next to me on the couch on movie night, and your arms wrapped around my waste when i go to sleep.

i miss you.

by the end of this letter, it may be stained with tears.

i remember when we first met back in 1st grade. you were so small and cute, it was just amazing.

you helped me off the ground after blake, mitch, and chloe pushed me. i was so grateful i didn't know how to repay you so i followed you around for days.

you eventually got tired of me following you around, so you asked me to meet your best friend, at the moment, jasper dunlop.

he was a complete goofball and was seriously crazy to be in 1st grade.

after meeting him, you told me to no longer talk to you or follow you. but me, being stubborn, ignored your request and followed you around.

i started helping you with homework and our moms became friends because of some school parent conference.

we started hanging out every weekend, and i thought you hated me but i was wrong. little henry hart was afraid i wouldn't want him as my best friend.

after reassuring you that i would be, we were even closer than before. we literally never left each other's side.

then came 5th grade and you met some ratchet girl who was probably the biggest hoe of all time.

you ditched me for her, for 5 whole months. no texts. no calls. no hangouts. no nothing.

i thought you had thrown our friendship into the trash.

but you hadn't.

instead, you spent 5 months with her so you could learn how to make a friendship bracelet.

you told me that you would never let me go, that our friendship was endless. we even had bracelets to prove it.

but then those meaningful words just became unimportant words once we entered middle school.

you left me for the 'popular' crowd and oh how upset i was.

i cried myself to sleep for days, weeks, months, yet you didn't dare say anything to me. you had become a complete asshole and i couldn't stand looking at your face.

then came our first ever dance in 8th grade.

you had gone to the dance with your new friends, and i had gone with some girl from science class.

supposedly, her and i were to spend the night getting to know each other, but she ditched me to go hang out with some dude she liked.

honestly, i didn't blame her. i wasn't the funnest person to be with.

music was blasting all night, but once a slow song came on, i called that as my cue to leave. showing up with no date was bad enough, and i was not gonna sit there and watch everybody dance.

i thought i was alone, but i wasn't. you were there too, at the stairs, just sitting. you saw me walk by and you quickly stood up and grabbed my wrist.

i held in my anger, not wanting to lash out and beat you senseless as you apologized. i tried to walk away again but you were still holding on to my arm.

you asked me to dance and i couldn't say no. you looked way too happy and i didn't want to be the cause of your unhappiness, even though i hated you.

you escorted me back to the gym for our dance, when you stopped me right in front of the gym doors.

you were looking at my wrist intently, before i asked you what was wrong.

you pulled up your sleeve, and i saw the bracelet, you had made for us back in 5th grade, still sitting on your wrist.

the guilt had quickly consumed me since i had gotten rid of mine months before.

you dropped my arm and turned back around and walked out the door, not even taking a glance back.

now the guilt was really starting to eat at me. you looked so broken at the sight and o couldn't help but follow you.

i called out to you many times, but you acted like you couldn't hear me, so i followed you.

you walked into some building and walked up so many stairs until you reached the roof..

i was still following and before i could say anything, you were quick to say something.

you asked me if i had lost all hope in our friendship that made me get rid of the bracelet. and all i did was stand there my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

you chuckled, not with humor but anger.

' i see ' you said before turning around, looling out at the city view.

ugh, crap. i have to cut the story short. i'm running out of paper and chloe and bianca are coming over to keep me company.

xoxo,

charlotte ♡

"i'm coming home to you."

wow, okay.

886 words.

i actually liked this.

i have a chenry book in my drafts. would you guys wanna read it?