dear luke,
i loved spending my saturdays with you. i remember when you took me to the arcade, to the fair, to the museum, to the movies. i especially loved the diner. the waiters and waitresses knew us by our names and knew what we wanted to order. i haven't been to the diner since i found out.
i remember smearing ketchup across your face and you smearing mustard on mine. some may call it gross, but others may call it love. and we would always be cliche and share a milkshake. and on our drive home we would blast mayday parade until your speakers couldn't turn it up anymore.
but i haven't listened to mayday parade since.
-aoife
