Guitar Guy (Luke Hemmings)

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dear Luke,

Today I went to the ice cream shop again.

I didn't go inside. Just sat on the steps outside, watching the cars go by.

I imagined you were here still, sitting on the steps, playing a guitar that was too big for your 13 year old body, singing amazingly even though people just walked by without a glance towards you.

But I was mesmerized when I first saw you.

Your guitar case sat open, only a single dollar bill in it.

After finally gaining enough courage, I walked over and sat next to you.

You looked at me, but continued to play.

I didn't have any money to give you, but I loved hearing your music.

So I sat there all day with you, until you had finally managed up enough money to get the large ice cream cone you wanted.

You took the money out of your case, put the guitar back in it, closed it and stood up, asking me if I wanted to get ice cream too.

I simply nodded and we walked inside.

"You're really good by the way." I remember how nervous I was to say that small sentence.

The smile on your face after I said that was one of the most beautiful things ever.

I could tell you were very passionate about music.

So we sat at the old booth in the back and talked until the sun went down and we both had to go home.

I'll never forget the day I met you, Luke Hemmings.

Love,

Mia, who is sad all of the time.