Letters from Luke

note two.

It's crazy the way we started. 

Not how our fucked up relationship started. Sorry, I know you hate me swearing, but I can't help it. 

I meant how we were neighbors. It was really awkward to have you as a neighbor, and I hope you know that. 

You always left your white blinds rosen midway. You never closed them at night, nor morning. It made it weird because I could walk into my bedroom and glance through the window to see your stupid face. 

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to call you stupid directly. I meant it in a cute way. You know? Like the way we tease the shit out of each other. 

I would tease about your short height because I grew alot over the summer and you hated that. 

And you would tease me about how I was too tall. So tall that I'm going to grow too tall one day and become a damn giant. 

Your annoying sometimes, you know that? But that's alright. I love you a lot and it doesn't matter when you annoy me. 

You know I like my sleep. But you would always sit on your bed placed near your window, and stare out the window. Dialing my number, you would wait and watch until I open up my window just so you could see me. 

You didn't mean to call me at 3:49 in the morning. 

You couldn't sleep, and I would always be in your mind. 

Funny, because I had a dream about you the night you called.

It wasn't sexual, so stop laughing about it.

Hell no, it was nowhere near being sexual.

I took on you on a cheesy date to the movies, alright? Me being a gentlemen, I allowed you to pick and watch a movie that you've been wanting to see for a while now. I don't remember the title of it, but you were pretty excited to go see it. 

Halfway through the movie you and I fell asleep. Your head rested against my shoulder, and my head rested on top of yours. Before you fell asleep, you were 'cold' and started fake shivering. Come on, let's be honest. You just wanted to put my flannel over you so you can inhale the scent of my cologne you always adored. 

Anyways, I told you about my dream through the phone and you laughed at me. I was too tired to argue with you, so instead I just laughed along with you. 

I hope your cheeky ass remembers this. 

The boys and I are playing in a few minutes so, by the time a mail man or women delivered this shitty letter, I'm probably knocked out dead in bed from dancing and being the classic idiot I am on stage. 

The boys say I look weird concentrating on this letter so much. They say I bite my lip the whole time I'm writing you this. 

Anyways, the boys have left the dressing room and is literally going to carry me out the dressing room if I don't leave. I don't care though. Finishing this letter before performing means everything to me. 

So I hope you enjoyed this letter,

you little cheeky muffin. 

Sincerely,

Letters from Luke