A/N: Sorry if your favorite flowers aren't daisys.
Dear Y/N,
I'm not sure how to write these. I'm almost completely convinced that you won't even read these, but it's still important for me to say. I miss you so god damned much, and I know you probably haven't even given me a second thought but you still have to know. I wish I could rewind all the times that I didn't show you what you're really worth. these letters will hopefully fix this fucking gap in my heart.
This is everything I didn't say.
Luke
Dear Y/N,
I wish I could've made you stay. I really am the only one to blame for this, nothing was your fault. you were perfect, amazing, and I was a shit head. I knew you were slipping through my fingers, yet I still couldn't bring myself to do anything about it. I wish I would've said "I love you" 100 times a day- no, 500. you deserve to know how much I loved you (I still do.) with every single stupid mistake i made, I could tell every "I love you" I used to try and re-assure you became less and less important to you. I know that it's a little too late, but the word love never lost it's meaning to me. I still love you, and it still hurts that you think I don't.
Luke
Dear Y/N,
I lost so many hours with you trying to defend myself. instead of kissing you, hugging you, laughing with you, i was running my hands through my hair and coming up with excuses. I wish I could just fucking, I don't know, bring it back to the start. back before I lost control, and before I made so many pointless mistakes. I just wish I wouldn't have screwed up so badly. remember that day, when we past by the floral shop, and there were daisies in the window? you thought they were so beautiful, but I didn't fucking buy them for you. now every time I pass that shop, I go in an buy a bouquet of daisies. I counted, and it turns out I have 36 sets of those daisies just sitting in vases, in my apartment. I know that's ridiculous but you should know, that I regret never buying you those flowers.
Luke
Dear Y/N,
I wish I could just wake up, and find out that losing you was just a bad dream. just a stupid nightmare. but it wasn't, it was all real, and now I'm just sitting here, holding on to a broken piece of shit heart. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you I love you I fucking love you. I miss you so much. this feeling got worse today, because I passed by you on the street. it took every ounce of my strength not to run over there and kiss you. all I want to do is hold you in my arms, but I know I can't. I know you don't want to see me and I understand why. what with all the mistakes I made, I wouldn't want to see me either.
Luke
Dear Y/N,
I need to see you, it's driving me crazy.
I'm going to stop writing these letters, because they're making it worse. I haven't gotten a reply yet, and that's okay. just to wrap everything up.
I miss you.
l love you so fucking much.
I regret everything.
I love you.
It's okay that you hate me.
I hate me too.
I'm sorry.
so, so sorry.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you!
Luke
