It’s been almost a year since you left. I think about you every day. I think about when you were saying goodbye and I didn’t even realize. I think about what must have been going through your mind when you pulled the trigger. I hope it didn’t hurt. I hope it was quick and that you didn’t feel it. I miss you so fucking much. I told you that you didn’t know me well enough to love me, I would give anything to feel your love again. I’ll see you again some day Harry Potter boy, I hope you’re watching over me. M.