Dear Luke

Letter #6

Dear Luke,

I know you were scared.

Fucking terrified of love.

You had seen it crash and burn with your parents.

And again with your brother. 

You thought there was no way we were going to work. 

That we were going to crash and burn, but instead this time you wouldn't be a bystander. You were going to be right in the heat and the one experiencing heartbreak. 

You thought love only ends in heartbreak.

You are terrified of love. 

But so am I.

And now that this happened I see why you were so scared. 

But what hurts the most is you didn't say it back.

When I had finally scraped up enough courage after months of knowing to finally tell you, you bolted away from me.

I gave you my heart. It was a piece of glass and you took a godamn hammer to it. And then you left the unfixable pieces at my feet. 

I've tried glue and tape and everything to try and fix it.

But, I can't fix it.

Only you have the power to fix it.

And you're not here. 

So I spend everyday imitating life with my shattered heart writing these letters with this pointless hope that you will read these letters or come to your senses and run back to me and I'll wake up to you sleeping right next to me.

But, I wake up everyday with an empty bed. 

With all my love,
Avery