dear luke,
it makes me sick how in love with you i still am. a little part of me hopes you still love me. at school, everyone bumps into me on purpose, calling my books to fall, or my computer to brake. i wish i could make it stop.
we used to walk down the halls together. we loved to discuss books, especially anything by shakesphere and the great gatsby. you used to carry my bag. today i walked with ashton, it was nice to talk about books with someone again.
-aoife
