Letters to Arabella

7th Letter

Ara,

After keeping myself locked in my room for days, I'm left alone with nothing but my boisterous thoughts and my mother's annoying hourly check-ups.

As I'm writing to you, I'm looking through the photo album you gave me on our last anniversary. I wish I appreciated it more back then...

I remember the way you smiled real big when you handed it to me. You were so excited!

...And then I went and acted like a complete asshole. I insulted it and made you feel like our relationship didn't matter to me. Once again, my cruel words caused your beautiful smile to fall into a frown, your bright eyes to darken with sadness and fill with tears. I tried to apologize, but you ran off.

I don't even know why I'm retelling this cruel story.

I guess all the little things really do matter after all. If I had only appreciated you a little more, cared for you a little more, and loved you just a little more, maybe just maybe we'd still be together.

You gave me so many chances and I blew every single one.

I could've done something.

I should've done something.

My silent tears that are already blurring the ink on this page have become heavy, uncontrollable sobs.

You're gone and it's all my fault, Ara.

I'll have to live with that for the rest of my life...

I'll always love you,

-  Harry x