Dear Harry,
Have you ever looked at something, and realized that it's lost all meaning to you. Today while I was walking to get my coffee, I saw the line of trees you always took pictures by. I know that it's cold, and they've lost all their leaves, but even when the wind got bitterly cold and snow would fall, you always managed to make those trees look beautiful. Today, though, the trees reminded me of lost. They've lost all their meaning to me. All the memories we had there, I've tried to forget. When we climbed the tree, and we climbed it all the time. When we got to the top, and you told me you loved me. Were the love you's just a story. Did you ever really love me?
Ever since I saw you at our coffee shop, I've gone almost everyday. I've kind of made it my new home. Everyone who works there already knows my order, so do you. Every time I go, though, I make it a point not to sit at our booth. Maybe because it makes me feel so vulnerable, or maybe because I could never sit at that booth again. At least not without you there, not without the old you. Maybe I go back to the cafe because their coffee is so much better than the coffee shop by my apartment. Maybe it's because I want to remember everything that happened here. But mostly, it's because I'm hoping to see you. I do. I see you here all the time. Sitting down, always with two cups, our two cups. Everything is always the same. I walk in, you wave me over, and I turn. I'm sorry Harry. I want to walk over, I do, but I can't. I don't want to sit with you, somewhere where I feel so vulnerable. Somewhere where I could break down at any moment. Maybe I don't go over because we are both so hurt and fragile that we don't have enough strength to hold each other up, and I'm afraid we won't catch each other if we should fall. I still love you harry, but I don't know if I can hold you up without dropping you and I don't know if you can hold me.
Paddy called me yesterday. He told me that you come home from the coffee shop, our coffee shop, more upset than the last. He said that you think it's your fault I will not come over there, and that you are beating yourself up for it. Don't harry. It isn't your fault, or maybe it is. I just. I just can't trust you, not right now. I gave you my heart once, and you threw it down and stomped all over it. I can't give it to you again. I can't sit at our booth, a booth that tears down my walls with memories, and tell you everything. I can't face you right now. I'm sorry Harry, I really am.
No longer yours truly,
Y/n
I'm sorry this chapter is kinda boring. I had no idea what to write. I also have no idea how to write for the best chapter so if you have any suggestions PLEASE comment them. I really need some help.
~Gabby
