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you hurt me, harry.
all the plans we made, the things you promised me, the tender kisses you would give me, the tears i let you wipe away and the tears you let me wipe away when we felt vulnerable all felt like it had gone to waste. it hurt to have your hands on me, your skin on mine, because it just reminds me of the fact that your hands were on someone else’s skin, skin that wasn’t mine.
the second you told me my heart fell to my stomach. i didn’t think you’d be the person to do such a thing. you told me you loved me, that i was the person you couldn’t love more than anyone else. was it me? did i do something wrong? what happened to us, h?
h.
a small nickname i always called you. am i still your love? your sweetheart? your girl?
you were my everything.












