Imagine Louis sitting on the edge of his bed,holding an old picture of him and Harry over his heart. Hes been sitting there for about 10 minutes just crying when he gets up,goes over to his closet and takes out one of Harry favorite shirts. He holds it it to his chest and smiles as thoughts of him and Harry run though his mind. "Harry" He says to the empty room,hoping Harrys listening,somewhere. "you died so young. you had so much potential. You had your whole life ahead of you,but what makes your death all the more painful is you died not knowing that i loved you,that i was in love with you" He takes a deep breath trying to calm himself, "Its been 60 years to this date that you died. I know i should have moved on by now,married somebody,had kids,but i cant. I still love you and it hurts not having you here." Louis takes a deep breath and looks out the window at the sky,hoping Harry can hear him as he whispers "I miss you"