Dear Harry,

I had a nightmare last night. But it wasn't about you.

It was about me. I was being murdered.

I wasn't scared of the idea. I'm already dead. Because of your absence.

You were my killer.

What's going on, Harry? Why are you haunting me? I'm trying to be better, but I can't.

I can't because it's a fact: you'll be the death of me. You're my killer Harry. I love you so much that I feel I might just explode.

Do you remember that college night? You were shitfaced while we were waiting for an Uber to take you back to your dorm. I didn't drink that night. You were afraid that I would take it too far. Do you remember what you used to say to me? I remember every single word.

"I don't know you for a long time but from now on I'll call you sunshine."

"Why?"

"Because you are a little spark into my darkness."

You terrified me with what you were saying. I have known you for only a couple days back then and no one had ever said something like that to me.

"But I don't want you to be just a spark. Fuck that, I want you to be my light."

Was I your light, Harry? Was I, really? And if I was why did you leave me? Why did you choose the darkness once again, Harry?

I still love you.

Yours,
Taylor