December 22nd 2019, 19 days after Louis' death.

Dear Louis,

It's your birthday soon sunshine. I wish you were still here to celebrate, I miss that I'm not going to be woken up by you at 7am in the morning jumping around yelling happy birthday to yourself. You were so happy then.

It's really hard, Lou, everyday it gets harder. How am I supposed to stay in a world where my other half left. Please come back to me. Don't leave me here alone.

Just come home.

Love H.