dear harry [h.s]

day 61

Dear Harry,

You came in the room. Your curls were messy and ungodly long, your eyes were bloodshot, your clothes looked dirty and worn. Your once vibrant eyes were sad and dull. You didn't look like yourself, and that frightened me.

"Valerie..." He stood before me with his hands at his side. Whatever he had been through these past months showed in his appearance. My lips quivered but no words would come. All the anger I had built up had drained, and happiness replaced it. Seeing him before me, alive and well, was the greatest moment of my life.

"Don't talk, love. Just hold me."

I jumped on you. I tried to contain myself, act mature, but I missed you so much. I needed to hold you one last time. Your arms immediately wrapped around me and you kissed my face many times. You kept saying you were sorry and that you loved me. I felt like you actually meant it. And maybe you did.