Letters from Luke

note seventeen.

Your parents came over today again. I like it when they visit because it's like I'm connected to you. 

Your dad told me that you were coming back to visit for Thanksgiving. He said that because we haven't seen each other in a while, I could drive to the airport and pick you up to surprise you. Well since you're reading this, it isn't much as a surprise anymore.

You're happy to see me again aren't you? I hope so. 

My mom and your mom were doing their gossip sessions again. They talked about different food recipies that they should try out, Christmas present ideas, and other girl things that I don't really care about. 

The other day Calum got sick and I went over to his house to cheer him up. He gets really grumpy and annoyed when he's sick. There was a time where he fell asleep on the couch with a mug of warm tea in his lap, and his mouth wide open with drool dripping down his chin. I took a picture of it and posted it up on Twitter. Let's just say my arm has a big bruise forming now. 

Remember the time I got sick and you were begging my mom to let you see me because you didn't know how to do the stupid math homework? No matter how bad I was sick, your grades were so important to you. 

My eyes were stuffy and pink from the constant feel of my eyes being watery. You stood by my door kind of scared by the way I looked. I hid under my blanket because I hated the way I looked at the moment. My hair hasn't been washed in a few days, my face puffy and red, and there were tissues thrown everywhere on the floor. 

You walked in and sat your backpack besides me. You grabbed my i-Pod from my night stand and started playing my favorite song to cheer me up. "Stop hiding, dork!" You giggled and pulled the blanket away from my face. 

You laid down next to me with the math homework assignment in your hands. Since my older brother forced me to take this disguisting grape flavored medicine before you came to visit me, I was beginning to feel drowsy. My eyes were batteling to stay open. 

You were solving the math problem outloud to yourself. You glanced at me to see if I was listening, but my eyes were already shut. You smiled as you got out of bed and laid another set of blanket on top of me. You asked one of my older brothers to help you, since they already graduated primary school. 

I don't know why I told you the story of you being beside me when I was sick. I just like telling you the cute stuff instead of the bad stuff. I mean, a lot of bad things happned, but writing down the cute memories make me happy. 

I haven't sent you a letter in two weeks. I'm sorry. 

But here's letter seventeen! 

I love you.

Sincerely,

Letters From Luke.