Letters to Arabella

3rd Letter

My dear Arabella Maria Moretti,

How've you been? What's it like wherever you are? I bet it's better than where I am. Do you mind if I tell you about my day?

These days you're the only person I want to talk to and I'm not even actually talking to you. That says a lot about the person I've become huh?

Anyway, I went to the mall today. And well, I saw this girl. 

She had the same chocolate brown bouncy, curls. She also had the same innocent big brown eyes. She was small and quiet. I could've sworn it was you.

When I told my friends that she looked like you, they looked at me like I was crazy. They told me she looked nothing like you. I guess they didn't see you in her. They didn't know you like I did.

But I really thought it was you! So I tapped her shoulder. Of course she jumped at the sight of me since we both know I don't give off the friendliest impression, but then I smiled at her and she smiled back at me.

The longer I looked at her, the less of you I saw. She asked if I was okay and even waved a hand in front of my face, but I was speechless. I felt like you were right there in front of me and it was a split second that I wouldn't trade for the world.

Now that I think about it, I'm starting to see you everywhere, Arabella. Everything reminds me of you.

I passed by that store you loved so much and no, it does not have that have that "absolutely positively perfect red dress" in the display window anymore. I bought it for you and I had planned to surprise you with it on our next anniversary but...

Oh! I also passed by the movie theater we loved and I passed by the ice skating rink where I fell on my ass multiple times. I even passed by the bowling alley where I always lost just so I could see you smile.

As much as I loved these places, as I passed by them, I just got sadder and sadder.
I just can't can't help but hang onto the crazy idea that you'll come back to me despite the fact that the world constantly reminds me that you won't.

And because of those reminders, I can't go on with this letter.

I'm sorry.

 Love always,
 - Harry x