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by ofsgucci

by ofsgucci

Dear My Love,

Shattered. That's what I am, sweet Harry, shattered. You left me standing in the middle of the foggy road, with not a piece of your heart left. You gathered up all the small, broken pieces and put them all in your pea coat pocket. You may have mixed a few of my own pieces with yours, and I hope you did. You deserve some of my heart.

But, I do not deserve yours. I want you to know that I am sorry for what I did, and that I never meant to cause you any pain. For what I did was completely out of love. The endearing love that sewed our lungs together. Speaking of lungs, you have formally tainted mine. Quite literally I may add. The endless nights of cigarette smoking, and love making are all that I could ask for at a time like this.

The fact that I may never feel your touch again, the grey puff of your cigarette smoke, the ridges of your tattoo marks, makes my body ache. Right now that is all I can feel; The aching of my heart, my breaths, my movements, my stomach. I haven't ate since the moment you said your last few words to me, which may not seem like a while, as it has only been eight hours, twenty-seven minutes, and eleven, twelve, thirteen seconds.

The idea of eating my morning biscuit and drinking Yorkshire tea without you hasn't even crossed my mind till now. I couldn't betray your non existent feelings towards our morning tradition. No matter where we where, rather it be on the patio of our flat in London, a tour bus in Phoenix, Arizona, or a hotel room in Hollywood, we never missed morning tea. Until today, I suppose.

I am going to have to make my own traditions, ones that I will have to do on my own. The thought of being alone is rather terrifying. The last time I was on my own was two years, three months, and four days ago. It seems like such a long amount of time, but nothing has ever moved faster in my short life. At least I can say that two out of twenty years of my life have been spent with someone that meant more to life than the oxygen itself.

Today starts the counter of being alone.

Love, Your Beauty.