There was an old lady intent on reading a letter she had found in the mailbox.

Dear Bridget,

I asked your name around,

45 years ago.
I lived in front of your school dance,

and I remember when you were scared to 5 years,

when to 8 years danced for hobby,

when you fell because of those shoes to 10 years,

when you danced wonderfully to 13 years

when danced with your friends to 15 years, you were beautiful,

When you were sad and smoke the cigarette until the orange part to 18 years,

when at 23 years greassed,
when danced at that huge theater to 28 years

when you left out of London to 32 years,

and now that you're back don't leave again,

I kept up to date on the school girl dance in front of my home,

appreciates my efforts.

With all my love,
Harry Styles.