habits // luke hemmings || EDITING

day 3

sunday; 16:58

dear elise,

it's sunday. the day i'm supposed to hangout with you for the whole day. i was on the verge of calling you to ask if you still wanna go since it's been our tradition even before we were dating but i figured you wouldn't want to do anything with me so i didn't. calum's insanely drunk at the moment. i had to change his sheets for like 3 times. first time because it strongly reeked of jizz everywhere, then the other couple times was because of vomit. why didn't i live with ashton instead. i'm like cal's nanny. i invited michael in today, he was busy with scarlette whereas ashton's in perth with his family. i'm so alone el. usually we'd hangout on days like this. like seriously, i would've been eating ice cream with the most beautiful girl to step foot in this planet but nOooOoOo she had to breakup with me like damn. jk i love you baby, soooo much. yeah, uh.. hey remember that time i texted you to check your porch and i was sat there with a big ribbon on my head ((that ribbon took ashton ages to perfect)) . i still think that that was the smoothest shit i've ever pulled, ever. but all you said was "good enough" and dragged me to your living room to make out with me. those were the days man. i miss it. i miss your lips. your pink, plump lips that would put me into a deep state of euphoria, electricity shooting throughout my body whenever our lips collide. you always made me feel better elise. you always do. there's something about your pretty hazel eyes that make it all better. like some sort of medicine. and without you, i've been feeling so weak. what the fuck. i'm supposed to get over you, not thinking about you.... but that's the thing. if i'm gonna forget about you, i'm gonna have to recall all the things you do and all the things we shared. which just make me physically hurt. i promise i'll get over you. it'll happen.

i'm not supposed to love you,
luke