dear luke,
walking into school this morning, as the snow fell around me, i saw you pull up in your car. stupidly, i looked in your direction, hoping that you would see me and run back into my arms. i don't know if i would be foolish enough to take you back. but love triumphs.
doesn't gatsby and daisy's love triumph her marriage? but i don't know if i could ever trust you again.
but i miss you singing blink-182 to you and i miss playing with your quiff and i miss how you smelled of vanilla and aftershave and i miss playing wearing your t-shirts to bed.
i miss you.
-aoife
