July 30, 2013
Dear Luke,
He had stayed.
He wrapped his arms around me, but he didn't speak.
After awhile of me crying into his chest, he pulled away.
He asked for my name.
So of course, I told him.
He took my hand in his, and intertwined our fingers.
I couldn't help but think of you as he did that simple little action.
He smiled down at me, and I smiled up at him.
We walked through the street, hand-in-hand, until we reached his house.
I know what you're thinking, "Emma! How could you go into some random guy's house?"
But I didn't really care at the time.
I wanted to finally be happy again.
When we got inside, he led me into his kitchen.
He made coffee and we drank in silence.
A comfortable silence.
He asked me some questions, the simple ones.
A simple "how old are you?" A simple "where are you from?" A simple "what's your favorite color?"
I, in return, asked him some.
We learned a lot about each other within 2 hours.
After hours of just talking, he reached for my hand.
I hesitated, but I gave in.
He smiled a genuine smile and tucked some of my lose hair behind my ear.
He leaned in close and whispered, "You miss him, don't you?"
I still love you,
Emma
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Teen Fiction❝one day, whether you are 14, 28, or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. however, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find... is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.❞
