A Boy Named Harry

You know, when I look back on that time I don’t regret anything. I mean, yeah, there are things I wish I would have done, but I didn’t need to do them. Looking back, I had more love than some people have in a lifetime. It was amazing, truly, and I don’t think it would have been that way if it weren’t for him. The way he held me in his arms when I was shaking, cried when I told him, smiled when he got down on his knee and asked me to marry him, intertwined his fingers in mine every chance he got. That man was all I could ask for and more. He made me feel special, normal, especially normal. Someone in my situation just wants normal and he gave me that. He gave me everything I wanted, his love and his love only. I know how hard it was watching him do that for me, treat me with such kindness and practically not feel anything himself. It took guts, really. To not cry when I knew he wanted to, to not break down or break anything when he had every right to. He says I’m the strongest person he’s ever met, but in all reality he’s the strongest person I’ve ever met. He’s my hero. I look up to him. My only regret is not meeting him sooner and not spending more time with him. If I could have gotten to know him more, brush him hair out of his face one more time. If I could have told him I loved him five thousand more times. I loved him, more than I ever thought I could love someone. And I thank him for everything he gave me.
My name is Louis Tomlinson. I have cancer, and I fell in love with a boy named Harry. Our story isn’t special, but he is.