March 27th, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
Simple words can't explain. Simple words can not define. They can not argue, nor can they speak. They don't have emotion. Simple words are so simple, that they are hard to to say. They are hard to even write, but as I bring myself to actually point my pen to the piece of paper and begin writing you this letter, I realize that simple words just take time. No matter how simple they are.
Simple words can Explain. Simple words can define. They can argue, as well speak. They do have emotion. So as I'm writing you this letter, you realize that it only takes time if you just try. This isn't just a sappy love letter, this is truth. And the truth is, I can't bring myself to tell you how much I miss you, because it's been so long.
Love, Louis.
YOU ARE READING
99 days (L.S)
Fanfiction99 days since you've left. 99 letters sent to you from a far. Such a long time feels as much as a century. Keep fighting, my love. Keep fighting, and I'll be here waiting. {1940} Started: 2/2/19. Completed: 12/7/19. Cover by: @wafflesxberries (CC)
