It Was Always You | l.r.h

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A P R I L

25th February 2011,

                                      Dear Luke, I've just got to England, we're in the car on the way to the new house. I'm not looking forward to this at all.

Apparently the house is really nice. My arse, it'll be some skanky house, in the middle of London, 5 floors high. I honestly don't think I've been so unhappy in my life.

I've talk to my parents, when I say talked I mean giving them blunt answers. I'm not ready to talk to them just yet.

I wish I could sleep for 4 years, then go to University, then come back to Sydney. I'll update you when we're at the house.

It's the next day now. This house is massive. It's a mansion. Holy shit. Apparently I have the biggest room. Is that meant to be their way of saying 'sorry we took you away from your boyfriend who you loved so much, here's the biggest room in the house'.

I don't need the biggest room in the house, Luke. I need you. I feel sick, constantly.

Most people who be mad if someone told them they didn't love them when they took your virginity. But honestly I couldn't care because I know you didn't mean it.

You were always there for me, now you're not and I don't know what to do.

How am I going to cope for four years? I'll be so thankful when I can move out.

I'll move back to Sydney, maybe not straight away, but I will move back.

Isn't it weird how I have an Australian accent and I'm not even Australian? I'm thinking weird things now.

I should probably sleep, I'm sorry this letter is short.

I love you, Luke, so much, don't ever forget that,
April X

I'm lying on my bed. I've been thinking about Luke. That's all I've done. I can't stop thinking about his smile, his laugh, his eyes, his kisses and his hugs. Everything he did made me happy.

I got my laptop and went onto the twitter website. I decided I would delete my Twitter account. There were photos of the both of us. I saved them, to keep as memories. To look at them when I'm older.

I hovered over the delete button. It's for the best I thought. This way it'll make me feel a bit better, not having to see the photos every time I went on Twitter. I could've just deleted the tweets, but I wanted to start again.

After hovering over the delete button for a good 5 minutes I finally did it. I deleted my Twitter account. I let out a big sigh. It was a sigh of relief and a sigh of guilt. I felt bad in a way.

I made a new one. I forgot how long it took to make an account, but my new account was eventually made.

I followed Calum and Michael.

"April, Dinner's ready," I heard my mum call.

I sighed. I shut my laptop and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. I felt bad for ignoring my parents and being bitchy to them.