on monday [h.s.] short story

three years later

On Monday morning, I laid the flowers onto your grave and a single droplet fell from the sky onto your name. I looked up into the blue abyss and I smiled at the heavens where I knew you'd be. In my hand was the last letter you wrote to me, and even though I had moved on, I still could never forget about us. You weren't mine for long but the way I loved you was like time didn't exist.

You left me three years ago and I knew you were never coming back. After the summer of our senior year ended, I moved to New York and enrolled at NYU. I met a guy who is called Nick, and he takes care of me and my problems. Although Nick isn't you, Harry, he still makes me smile in a "Nick" sort of way. It's sad because he'll never be able to make me laugh like you did.

I went to your home but you still weren't there, and I knew that but I hoped for it anyways. Gemma and I still get coffee on the weekends and such. I just wished that it would be you I was with.

Not a day goes by where your voice and your lips and your kiss isn't on my mind, and I still entirely miss you but I must go on. 

But just know, that deep down inside, I will always continue to love you.