Darling

We were young, and in love. Dreaming for an everlasting relationship, full of late night kisses, walks on the beach, staring into the sunset, spending ever waking moment with the one you love. News flash. These things only happen in the movies, and I learned that the hard way. I met Harry Styles when I was 10 years old. We became friends over the years, the longer we spent together, the more alike we became. We were best friends, inseparable, or so I thought. Harry tried out for the x-factor. While I stayed home and watched his dreams come true. He had promised me that he would keep touch, but promises are meant to be broken right? As his career expanded, the calls seemed to fade. Soon enough I was just a childhood memory in his road to becoming the Famous "Harry Styles". I tried every day to call him, but they went straight to voicemail. Later on disconnecting the number all together. I was standing in the way of his career, and he knew that. What kind if best friend would I be to stand in the way of the man that I love, and keep him from being happy. Man he was happy, I could see it in his eyes when he was on stage. No other place on this earth made his eyes shine so bright. So I didn't. I stayed at home, finished high school and went to college. Hoping to find that one thing to make my eyes shine in passion about something I love. Although I think I already did, I just let him slip through my fingers.