Letters from Luke

note one.

I still miss you every day and that sucks.

I didn't mean the words I said to you.

You were crying.

I was screaming. 

Everything was too much for us.

But if you sit down on that cheap ass stool you got from Walmart.

Shit, no matter how times I told you not to get that funky looking stool. 

You never listened.

But that's not the point, love. I want you to read my letters. Read every single one. Because I know when I see you, wherever the hell your little ass is right now,

I will never have the correct words to form to say how much I truely loved you.

So can you do me a favor?

Just once alright? I know how pissed you get when I pull out that face that you hate. 

I want you to love me the way I love you. 

So please,

continue and read my letters. 

As cliche I must seem, 

these are simply Letters From Luke.