Letters from Luke

note three.

A  few hours ago my car broke down and I immediately thought about you again. 

You remember don't you?

In case you forgot, I'm going to tell you the damn story all over again okay? Okay. 

It was raining really hard, and it was also one of those nights where we got into a heated argument. We rarely argued about things, but when we did, holy shit. 

You would always play the silent treatment game to me, and you know how it annoyed me. You were in the passenger seat with your arms crossed over your chest. The sad music played as the background, but other than that it was pretty awkward silent. 

My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly because I hated silence in the car. We always talked about random things that we would spot as we drove by them. But that night, I was utterly confused on what I did. 

My mind immediately thought about things to make you talk to me. Begging would make your game extra long, kissing you to make you talk to me again would just lead to slapping and cutting my shirts up, and playing the silent treatment game along with you wouldn't make things work because we would have no communication. 

I thought about tightening all the damn jars in your house extra tight so you could ask me to open it. Silly way, I know, but you were kind of weak at opening jars. It was like a child safety jar to you. 

But the car ran out of gas and I had pull to the side of the road. Biting my lip, I sighed and placed my head against the steering wheel. I know all you wanted to do was just go home and go to bed hoping that everything will be better in the morning. 

I looked over at you and you were smiling at me. 

You what I did?

Again, do you know what I did? 

I smiled back. 

I smiled back because I couldn't resist seeing you smile in that half hour drive back to your house and mine next door. You started laughing at me because I forgot to fill up the tank before we drove. 

I know it was pretty stupid of me, but sometimes I just forget about the expensive gas. 

The first word that came out of your lips was "I love you." 

You know why this moment came back in my head after my car broke down a few hours ago?

It was the first time you've ever told me those three words. We never said that to each other before because we still had mixed feelings in our systems. 

I took my seat belt off and slowly leaned in. You leaned in as well, eyes glancing at my lips and back up to my eyes. "I love you too." I whispered.

Of course I had to call the tow truck to help drop us off at the gas station. After that crazy night, you always made sure I had gas in my car because you hated being stuck on the road. 

Anyways, I hope you remembered this. If you forget, you're a total liar because guess what? I just told you the story and now you know it. Wherever you are in this world, I hope you're enjoing my letters because it's stressing me out not seeing you and hearing your voice every day. I hope you forgive me. 

Sincerely,

Letters from Luke