Dear Harry,
I'm sorry. I really am. I honestly have no idea why you've ignored my calls and texts, and I don't know why you've blocked me on all forms of social media. Have you seen the gossip pages? They go crazy for this shit. Tons of stories are about what happened to us. I honestly don't know if I should agree with any of them. Or if any of them are right. I don't know what happened between us. I don't know why you are mad.
Harry you are the kindest person I had ever met. Or so I thought you were. What happened. Where did all the memories we had go. Why are you ignoring me. All these questions run through my head everyday. Will you ignore this letter? Considering this is the only form of communication I've yet to try. Were you expecting me to give up? Nice try but I don't give up that easily. I want to see you Harry. I want to see you in person. I want to talk to you. I want to sort this out, but you'll never let me. I'm sorry Harry. I am very truly sorry for what ever I did. And I hop one day you can forgive me.
I hope this letter finds you in good health. I hope you read it instead of throwing it out as soon as you see who is from. Maybe it wasn't my fault, maybe it was and I'm sorry. Maybe by the time you get this letter, we'll have already talked about it. Maybe we are watching a movie together, or maybe you're still mad at me. Sulking on the couch as Sam and Tom tell you you are being an asshole. Well I think you already know who this is from but I'm going to say my name anyway.
No longer yours truly,
Y/n
