dear anna; harry styles

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dear anna,

today i gifted you an apartment. i'm writing this entry while you sleep next to me. did you know you snore? probably not. but it's fucking loud. i don't really mind it, cause at least you're next to me.

i know that might seem like a big step, and i know you're probably worrying in that pretty little head of yours.

there's so much i want to tell you. there's so much i'm afraid to tell you. i don't want to scare you off.

the truth is, i'm so glad you chose to stay here. if you would have refused the apartment i would have been fucking devastated. i have never felt this way about someone. if i would have had to watch you get on a plane and leave me, i think it would've broken my heart.

i want you to stay here so i can show you what it's like to be loved. to be truly, unconditionally loved.

that's what you deserve and more.

i know this is short, and i promise next time i'll say the things i really want to say. or write, i guess.

with love,
harry.