The worst enemy of logic is silence and time.
I don’t care what anybody else believes, I just don’t. In my opinion and on this blog, I love Louis and Harry equally. I think they are perfect for each other. I don’t believe Louis is a father. I don’t think Harry’s song he helped write was lamenting the loss of Louis’ love.
I think Harry is so in love with Louis that he got tattoos to tell their story. I think Louis is so in love with Harry that he still finds little ways to show his support for him.
I think they both love their supporters so much they set up tableaux of stuffed gay teddy bears to communicate. Louis takes selfies and Harry used to tweet lyrics and Instagram pictures. And even if I’m wrong, those things mean something to me.
People can think I’m crazy, people can call me whatever names they’d like. I’m not going to come after anyone, that’s not my style. But I am going to take this opportunity to say that I am not going to be worried about showing love to either of them.
I love Harry. I love Louis. And some days you might see more of one or the other on this blog, but I swear to you that love is always there.