Dear Cali
I waited for you. Remember how we made a time to meet?
You never came. I ended up writing my name and phone number on a sheet of scrap paper I had on me. I stuck it to the tree right behind our bench.
Our bench…
I was sad, so sad. Why didn’t you come? I keep asking myself over and over. I just wish I could tell you everything, what I am, what I do.
I just hope you see the phone number.
No matter how scared I am. I know I can’t keep hiding from myself. I can’t keep myself hidden from you. It isn’t fair. You deserve to know me Cali; you deserve to know me properly.
I’m scared Cali. I’m a scared little boy in a band, with no clue what he’s doing.
Ps. I miss you, you’re making me crazy.
Love,
Luke xo
