Dear Harry,

I found a photo album of ours. We were looking so beautiful in those pictures. Beautiful and happy. Your grin could reach your ears in each one of them. 

Do you remember our first trip on that hill? We stayed at your grandpa's cabin for two weeks. It was, of course, so cold. We spend our second Christmas together there, remember?

I had bought you that suit that you liked and you were ecstatic. Do you still wear it? You decided to get me that pink dress. I frowned you you laughed because that was the reaction you expected to get from me. You knew I hated pink. You did it on purpose.

You were so over me wearing black clothing. But it was my style, Harry. It still is.

The day after that you talked to me about everything that was bothering you but you didn't mention her. I still remember you telling me about your hard childhood and tearing up when you mention that thing. It was the first time I saw you cry.

After the holidays I understood her presence. It was these days when you used to lock up yourself in the bathroom, not telling me what you were doing. Good thing is that when you finally decided to come out, you were ok.

At least you were ok in my eyes until I pulled up your sleeves.

I still love you.

Yours,
Taylor