you can lace your heart with a million different people, but your soul never forgets your first love. harry will never forget his. I think about everything I've ever imagined him doing, how I think he writes when his heart is heavy and mumbles the words to a new melody, and how I can witness that. He sits there in all of his glory and does nothing but smile and I collapse to my knees in awe of his beauty, every word that leaves him unfurls a little bit of himself to me, and I am undeserving of it all. secrets. melodies. poetry. love. the idol - w.a.s.p