Dear Harry,

Everything is ready for me to go to the madhouse - that's what I'm calling it. They asked me to take the essential clothes and some personal stuff with me. They have set up a room for me. I haven't seen it, but they insist that I'm gonna like it.

While I was gathering my things, I remembered something. I forgot to remind you that " I still love you " as I do at the ending of my every letter. 

Do you remember that 4th of July?

We were at New York's highest place and we were watching the firework show. We were sitting on a duvet that you had set up on the ground for us. I was in your arms, listening to the beat of your heart while your hand was gently grazing my own. The fireworks were giving colour to the summer night sky, making me feel alive. And then I heard you say it.

" If I ever explode like these fireworks I want you to know that I'll still love you. And I want you to love me as well."

Do you question my love? You know that I love you even now that you're with her. But I'm not sure if you really meant those words.

And I don't know why I didn't take your words as a warning. I could be able to help you.

I still love you.

Yours,
Taylor