Rayneeeebow
For Him. 17th April, 1937
I do recognize that we have admirable beauty in this world, and there was the inner beauty that shone through and made every thing about the external beauty more beautiful, those kind are hard to find and I suppose are quite rare. Still, they were there, and there was him, but there was none like him.
He was different, like no other.
He was the only spark of light in my darkness, he was an angel in my hell, the only piece of gem in this mess we call life.
He just made everything better, he made everything worthwhile and he made me happy.
But when everyone is against your happiness, what are you to do? Was I supposed to let him go and move on, following the world's footsteps unwillingly, or was I to keep with me the only thing that was keeping me whole? Was I to let him go because it was claimed to be so wrong, or keep with me the only thing that felt so right?
Because I am in love with Louis and there's nothing that could change that.
Harold