Dear Harry,

I found one of your old vinyls, it was just besides the old vinyl record player of yours. I can't even remember the last time we played it. Do you remember how I used to wear your shirt and we'd dance? In the middle of the night, we used to dance in the kitchen near the refrigerator light so happily.

How could you do this to me, Harry?

I cleaned up that old vinyl record player of yours and I played our song. Yeah, I cried as I heard it play. Usually, the things that at some point used to make someone happy are the ones that hurt them the most. It was the first and the last song we heard together. I wish it would never be our last song.

I wonder if you still listen to our song and if it reminds you of me. I also wonder if you remember me and my presence in your life. Back then when I was a part of it.

Abigail told me today that I should find a hobby to keep me away from my thoughts that consists of you but I don't have any hobbies. Nothing is good enough for me anymore. The only  thing I want is you coming back to our old shared apartment, promising me that you'll never leave my side again.

Please, Harry.

I still love you.

Yours,

Taylor