Dear jess,
I miss you so much. I have now stopped having dreams about you. So now I can only see you in pictures. Its not enough, I need to be able to talk you and see you, not in pictures, but fiscally see you and be with you.
These letters make me feel a little better, like you are here and I am saying these things to you. So I guess I can talk to you.
There is now a pile forming on your grave with flowers and letters from me.
Everyone else has moved on and excepted the fact that you are gone and will not be coming back. They tell me I should move on and see other people. They say its what you would have wanted. But even if it is what you want, I can't just stop loving you. I can't walk away from love, my life, my breath, my...everything.
-harry
(Authors note)
Sorry for a short chapter I would write more, but I ran out of ideas.
