Sweet Sadistic Love (Larry Stylinson)

HARRY'S P.O.V

Blue eyes, soft hands, round bum, and luscious pink lips are all I can think about these days. These days have been getting longer and more tiring than they used to be; I'm not quite sure though, maybe its because my thoughts are full of hopeless love and sadness, or maybe it's because he's gone. He left without a goodbye, a proper one that is, All I got was a blood stained, tear splattered note. I'm grateful for atleast getting a letter explaining why he left me though, but it still angers me but in the saddest of ways. I still remember the day he left my arms and walked into God's streatched out hands. It wasn't  the worst day though, the worst day was when I realized that he was gone. Gone from me, gone from my heart, gone from my longing reach. All that remained was the memories and the pain he left me with. I still love him very much, but I know I have to move on, I just can't. I'm still attached to his soul, I can still feel his arms around my lanky, warm body, I can still taste his sweet lips on mine and the way they fit perfectly together, I can still hear his angleic voice in my dreams for God's sake! How am I supposed to move on from what used to make me the happiest, most grateful man alive?