Dear Luke
It’s been two weeks and 3 days now. I don’t know why I’m keeping count, honestly. You were so special to me, for that one day.
I don’t know why I’m writing these stupid letters. At least I feel like I’m talking to you.
I’m starting to think I made you up.
I’m going to the skate park again today; I don’t think you’ll be there… But I found my brothers old skateboard in the garage, so I might give it a go. Who knows?
I’m sadder now Luke. The way I was before that day when I met you. I kind of wish we hadn’t been so in the moment. I wish I knew you properly.
I wish I had your number, your Facebook, your twitter; anything.
God I don’t even know your last name. I want to Luke, I really want to.
Please be there today, I need you.
Love,
Calamity xx
