101 reasons why I loved you // l.h // ON HOLD

week 22

Reason #22 (hearing you sing)

Dear luke,

This is the twenty-second reason of 101 why I loved you.

You were a beautiful singer. You knew it, obviously, with your many awards and platinum selling albums. You were never cocky about your talent, though, and that's one of the things I admired about you so much.

When we met, I knew who you were, from the countless YouTube videos to the songs on the radio, but I didn't know you. When we met I got the inkling that you were some arrogant asshole who knew he was talented and thought that talent could get them whatever they wanted. Like, they could sing and poof! Record deal.

I was wrong about you, in many ways. I had so many things to learn about you, and I didn't know one of my favourite things would be your voice. I didn't know that hearing you sing would make me happy on a bad day, or that I would miss it so much.

Your voice, was like rain, after a long day of work, or a kiss on the forehead at the end of the day. It was something so beautifully underrated, and so profoundly unique, that every time I'd hear you sing, I'd get emotional.

Your voice was like waves crashing against the jagged rocks of a shoreline. It was what I wanted to hear at the end of the day, and what could calm me down. It was the kryptonite to my soul, and it always got to me in a way nothing else could have. Hearing you sing, to me, to our daughter, was one of the greatest gifts you could have given me.

You had a talent, and you knew it, everyone knew it, but you used it for the good, and you made it count in ways that you knew would impact the world. You used your talent to make others happy, make their lives better, and I couldn't have been prouder.

I know you loved to sing, baby, I know it. It was your life, your passion, and the one thing that drove you to get out of bed in the morning. It was what you loved to do, until the day you died. You were born to sing, to heal others with your voice, your talents.

You up on stage, was a different Luke than I knew. You were yourself on stage. You didn't even change after you got sick. Chemo treatments and itchy wigs didn't mean anything to you. You wanted to go out there and perform for those people, those people who you knew would be there for you no matter what, just like you were for them.

I loved hearing you sing when you didn't think I was paying attention. In the shower, the car, the kitchen while cooking breakfast, I was listening, and I always loved it. Loved how you did notes certain ways, and how you'd cuss yourself out when you didn't think you sounded right.

Your voice was like honey to me, something so sweet and inviting, and I always wanted to hear you sing. I loved when you fake sang, when you tried to belt out harder lines and would get frustrated when you couldn't, the way your brow would furrow at the pitch of your voice when you were sick, and the giggle that came afterwards.

You made so much amazing music, and I can't tell you how proud I was of you. You inspired so many people to live their dreams and to do what they loved, and I know you loved nothing more than being on that stage and singing for the fans, the ones you loved.

I just hope that you're still jamming out up there with all your buddies.

I love you to the moon and back, and that was reason 22 of 101 why I loved you.

Amanda