Dear Luke
It’s been three weeks now, and I’ve only met you twice. I never did make it to the third date.
I couldn’t.
I looked through your twitter profile… verified, nice one. I read your tweets; half of them are about an upcoming album and how excited you are about it… When I scrolled down really far; there were tweets about a tour.
I guess I’d never been that up to date on music and new bands. I feel stupid, in a way… How could I not know about 5 Seconds of Summer? Silly me.
I have your number now. I decided to go back to the skate park, to our bench… Just to clear my head I suppose… And right there, on the tree, was a damp and half torn sheet of paper.
It was your name, and a number.
I’m holding it now, and my hand is shaking.
I’m just scared.
Ps. I’m sorry
Love,
Calamity xx
