remember when

almost four years ago

a dewy-eyed 16-year-old straight out of a storybook

and a nervous 18-year-old desperate to get out of classes at uni

stood on a stage 

and then stood off a stage

and cried when their names weren't called

until later

when they cried because their names were called

and remember when

he jumped into his arms

even though they'd met only hours earlier

and remember when

they were free?

because he'd marry you, harry

and louis, you were harry's first real crush 

and harry, you're always in louis' heart

because it just kind of happened.

but remember later on?

when they were reduced to

little touches

sign language

and lyric changes 

to show us they still cared

and remember now?

now.

now it's red eyes

and skin and bones

and looking down 

with painful eyes

but yep, still strong

because louis doesn't exist if he doesn't have H.

his sun doesn't shine, his world doesn't turn

alright? 

and harry has long since covered up the things he can't

because Hi and Oops still remain

others change

and Hi and Oops are always there.

~~~~~~~~~

this was a mess of a poem that probably no one will read but i wanted to acknowledge and write about the oldest purest love between the oldest and purest souls.

[yep, this is about harry styles and louis tomlinson sorry]