Dear... Harry on June 25th 2013
I didn’t think it was the right time.
You probably don’t remember me. I mean, why would you? I was just another one of many. A young, insecure, and completely awe struck teenage girl that had the highest hopes for only a minute with you. I was convinced it wouldn’t happen, but still would tell myself maybe there was a chance.
But who was I kidding? You were in your prime, and could have any girl you wanted; the chances of that being me were slim to none.
Yet somehow, I found myself running into you, by chance. I was terrified, I wanted it to be exactly how I imagined it in my mind and I knew that if it wasn’t how imagined I would be broken.
I was already broken.
My past was filled with hurt, the feeling of not being good enough. I was depressed, and full of anxiety. The day we met I hadn’t eaten a full meal in quite some time. I cried after I had gotten ready for the concert because I didn’t feel beautiful.
You changed my life.
We talked for a while, like we had been friends for years. I felt so comfortable with you. You said I was beautiful. You held me in your arms and told me that you loved me.
We almost kissed. Twice.
I don’t think it was the right time. You said that we would meet again one day, and I have held you to that for years now.
Maybe because I was in such a fragile state it meant more to me than it did to you. Maybe I really was “just another girl”, but what you did for me that day was truly amazing. I will always remember you as being kind and loving, and giving me my first kiss (on the cheek). Now almost seven years later, I fondly remember that day and have built myself to be stronger even after going through terrible things after that. You saved me.
We met at the right time.