You're still perfect Lou.

At the age of 18, I had fallen in love with him. Harry he said his name was. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green and his smile so sweet. He was unaware of how I felt about him but soon I will tell him about the joy I get when he's around or the butterflies in my stomach when he talks to me. He always melts my heart when he looks at me with those beautiful green eyes. I could never get tired of the way he looks at me. He will know the happiness I feel just by looking at him. We're best friends now and we're always at each others side. Always joking, always having fun. Does he finally know the way I feel about him? Do I give him butterflies? He smiles at me a lot and he always look at me. Maybe he feels the same about me.
I was 19 when his lips touched mine and he tasted sweet like cherry. He looked at me and smiled while saying I love you. I told him I loved him and kissed him more and he always used to sing "You're perfect Lou!" He made me so happy just to see him. He proved his love to me everyday and I though nothing could stand in our way. The other boys looked at us and smiled. "It's like your soul mates!' They'd say. Soul mates? Could it be true? Is this true love i'm feeling? If it is, it feels so good. I never loved anyone the way I love him.
At the age of 20, we were famous. I was in a band with Harry and the boys. This was a dream! I was with the one I love and I'm doing what I love. I'm making my mother proud and it's the best feeling. Once when I was alone with Harry, I noticed his scars and they were slowly fading but still very visable. I told him will be alright. I will be here for him. I promised that he'll always be in my heart. Everything was perfect until they broke us apart. The said we can't be seen together because it will ruin our image. They got me a fake girlfriend named Eleanor. She was lovely but that doesn't matter. I don't love her and I never will. I only want to be with Harry. He's the one I love not some girl. They don't care. They only want what's best for them but do they know this is hurting us and do they even care?
When I was 21, Harry and I started drifting apart. But isn't this what they want? He get's no say in this and neither do I. We can't say or express our feelings so instead of speaking or writing we use our bodies to tell our story. They're written in ink that's permanent hopefully like how our love for each other is. Harry doesn't smile much anymore and when he does it's rare and fake. He goes out and parties to much. I bet he gets drunk to take his mind of things and to get through the pain. His hidden words are plastered on his journal that is his body and I do the same hoping that together they speak for us. This isn't what I wanted. I want Harry to be happy. He says he's okay but I can tell he's hurting to see me with her. It hurts me to see him suffer and I can't do anything about it.
I was 22 and they forced me to get married. I saw the hurt in his eyes as I said I do. I wanted this wedding to be about me and him but that would be against the rules. They said to propose to make it official and so they wouldn't suspect a thing. I'm too young to marry but they didn't care. They seem to enjoy the hurt they see in our eyes. Harry smiles for the camera but inside he's breaking and I can't do anything about it. I could see his pain growing but he didn't show it. He's strong an one day we'll get through this. I don't love Eleanor. I love Harry but they don't care. This is business they say and that we can't destroy our image. I don't care about our image. I care about our love. It seems to be growing weaker everyday. Harry barely spoke, but he faked his happiness for the word.
At 23, I loved and lost a boy named Harry. His eyes no longer a beautiful shade of green and I no longer saw his sweet smile. Was he unaware of how much I still loved him? I loved him and he loved me back. I know he loved me so very much and I did the same. He proved it to me along the way. I wish I did too and fought for our love. I failed him but he never failed in loving me. The last words he wrote were, "You're still perfect Lou."

Notes

This small short story was inspired by a poem. I took the poem and made it longer. I hope you enjoyed it because I cried while typing it. Enjoy and thank you for reading!


"True love doesn't insure a happy ending, but true love doesn't end." <3