photograph [h.s]

xv

one of the hardest things i've encountered with is accepting the fact that people will and can leave you.

not everything is meant to last forever.

it might not be intentionally, but sometimes, people come into our lives to teach us a lesson, make us happy for a while, or just be with us through a chapter of life itself.

it just hurts to admit that after everything we've been through, we still couldn't make it.

it drives me crazy to think that our love was not as permanent as the photograph i've treasured for so long.

i loved you, harry.
oh, how i loved you.

and i learned so much by your side. and i realized that happiness was still an option for me.

and, god, i miss you.

but i've finally accepted the fact that even if i can't have you, i'll always have the boy in my photograph.

and everything he ever taught me.

the end