Guitar Guy (Luke Hemmings)

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dear Luke,

Lately I've been haunted by bad memories.

Like the time 6 months ago when your mom called me.

And then I threw my phone and cried.

I remember the exact words she cried into the phone.

"Mia, Luke-Luke got in a car crash."

I remember going to the hospital and seeing you lay there, still.

That was the last time I ever saw you.

I still cry when I think about that.

I'm crying right now.

It's good to cry because when the tears make everything blurry, I close my eyes and it all disappears.

I sleep in your t-shirts.

They still smell like you.

I miss that smell. You always smelled good.

I haven't visited you since your funeral.

I think I'll go tomorrow.

Maybe.

Love,

Mia, who loves you.