habits // luke hemmings || EDITING

day 1

friday; 02:14

dear elise,

okay it's been a whole week since you dumped me. embarrassingly might i add. and yeah, saying that we're over at the graduation ball, really didn't help - i could think of a million and one ways that could've been better than everyone in our batch seeing me cry like a newborn baby. but that really doesn't change anything, i still love you. like a whole lot. everything still revolves around you. no part of you has left my mind. your eyes, your voice, your scent, your everything. but holy shit i miss waking up to your beautiful face. i miss seeing your lips slightly jutted out - with drool occasionally dripping out - i miss hugging you against my chest and feeling our breathing being in sync, i miss it when your insomnia would act up and you'll end up telling me in the morning that my heartbeat was your lullaby that made you slip into a deep slumber. but you probably don't feel the same so i'm gonna get over you.... in a span of like 21 days. i've heard that's how long it takes to break a habit. i'm not saying you were just a petty habit of mine. you're so much more than that, please don't forget it. but yeah, this is just my stupid attempt of  forgetting about you. i may seem calm and collected but i am actually sobbing my throat out. i've been crying buckets because of you. i miss your dumb ass, please come back.

your's truly,
luke