Letters from Luke

note six.

Sometimes it's hard for me to do interviews with the boys because they always ask that same question. 

It's hard for me to say "Yeah, I'm single." 

I hate admitting that. Mostly because it reminds me of the past of you and I. 

The first time I met you was difficult for me. (Blame it on my damn shyness) It's okay though because everything turned out okay.

You were outside on your front lawn with a book in your lap. Your parents were calling you to come inside, but you had headpones in your ears so you couldn't hear them. 

If it wasn't for my mom forcing me to go outside then there would be no chances of me meeting you. I was inside my bedroom all day and hadn't come downstairs to help mom with chores. It was a Sunday. I hated doing chores on Sundays. 

I didn't really know what to do when I saw you. I was standing there awkwardly scratching the back of my head thinking about ways to approach you. My older brothers were watching me from the door. They wanted to see if I would talk to you. 

I pulled out my mini ipod from my pocket. I walked over to you and sat next to you on the dry yellow grass. You looked up from your book awkwardly staring at me. 

I placed my ipod right in front of you and played a song. You took out your earbuds suddenly smiling as you read the title of the song. "That's my favorite." You told me. You smiled at me, and I smiled back. 

I asked about the book you were reading and you said it was about the third time you've read the book. You said you liked reading it that many times because for the first time you read it for the entire book. Second time you read it, it's for the things you didn't exactly notice the first time. And third time you would read it for the details. 

I thought it was weird of you to do that because I'm not much of a reader. There were a lot of weird things about you and that's what I liked about you. 

But your parents saw you and I sitting together on the lawn and they didn't like it. We were twelve at the time, and I guess your parents didn't like seeing you with a boy like me. They protected you from things, and boys was number one on the list. 

Before we left to go back to our own homes, you asked if you could listen to the songs on my ipod. I gave it to you and you thanked me by handing the book you were reading. Again, I wasn't much of  reader, but because you liked the song I played for you, I decided to give the book a try. 

My thoughts on the book?

Nothing, I only got to page five and stopped reading.

Sorry, I had to be honest. 

When we gave our items back the next day, you told me that you listened to all the songs and immediately fell in love with all of them. I wanted to impress you so I said that the book was really cool and I loved reading all the pages even though I only got to page five and you didn't know that back then. 

Ever since then we had small talks with each other,

which then lead to walking-to-school buddies,

and then lead to us being friends. 

The interviewers still continue to ask about you from time to time. 

If I could with each interviewer that asked about you,

I would talk non-stop about you because you're literally all I could think about when they say your name. 

But I can't.

You've probably moved on, and I haven't. 

If you have moved on then just know that I'm a million times better than the jerk face you are with now and you know it. Plus I bet that jerk face doesn't bake delicious to die for cookies like I do. Hell, does he even cook or bake for you? He's a loser if he doesn't.

If you haven't moved on,

then why can't you write me back? It's been six weeks now.

One letter every week.

I'm kind of loosing hope in this.

But I'm not loosing hope on you loving me the way I'm loving you still right now.

Sincerely,

Letters from Luke.