I saw you today. Harry.
You sang.
On tv.
You sang the song you wrote to me.
You sang about that the spaces between us just got bigger and bigger, and that it held our secret.
You also asked me a question in the song.
Who is gonna be the first to say goodbye?
I guess you didnt knew the answer when you wrote the song, but I know it now.
You.
You said goodbye first.
(The song i'm writing about is "Spaces" from One directions new album *Four*)
You sang to the audience and they waved with their hands to you.
I wonder if you thought of me when you sang.
When you finished the song you looked up and wiped a tear from your eye.
Was the tear for me, Harry?
Did you cry for me?
I called you yesterday .
Your assistent answered.
He said that you were out on the stage singing.
We actually had a long conversation.
But we didnt talk about you.
We just talked about normal things.
Not about you.
I'm waitting for you, Harry.
It is just getting darker here.
And you know that I am afraid of the dark.
