dear luke,
today is friday. you would have come over to my house and we would have cuddled in my room and watched old movies. but today i sit in my room alone, staring at the wall, the movie of us playing again and again in my head. i didn't want to eat dinner tonight too.
i guess it's still my love for you. you are like a drug and i am an addict. only now that i have stopped, i crave you even more. just a little hint of you will send me back into bliss.
-aoife
