Letters from Luke

note eighteen.

It's been two hours since I last saw you.

The way you looked at me when I answered the door was like turning the lights on a Christmas tree; bright and joyful. 

Nothing has changed about you, and that's what I like.

Your laugh is still the same,

the way your eyes water a bit when I tell you my jokes,

and watching how your lips slowly curve up into a smile makes me kind of weird inside.

Friends is all we are, I know.

But I'll always back you up when you need me. 

It was fun having you back. We got to walk around the streets for awhile just talking and making up for the lost time. You said that Finals stressed you out so much, and you decided to listen to the old songs that you and I used to listen to when we were younger. You said it made you calm down a bit when you did that.

Touring is officially over and I'm all free. It's like the time you need freetime, you think you can do all the stuff you want to do when you're busy. But when that time actually comes, it's like what the hell do i do now? Do you get me? I hope you do. 

Maybe I don't make any sense. 

You always told me I confused you, and that's okay. I know I'm confusing sometimes.

Earlier we were talking about things that we wanted, but can't have.

You said that one day you wanted to live in a big house. You wanted a big yard with a swimming pool. You laughed and told yourself that maybe it will come true, but then again reality hits you in the ass and it sucks when it does.

I said that I wanted to own a business or something. Maybe take over Starbucks and offer free coffee to people so it will make their morning and days brighter. You smiled at me saying that I was a good person. 

But truth is, that's the second thing I would ever want.

The first thing that I would want is you.

To have you back in my life. To have cuddle you at night and watch your girly chick flick movies, to listen to your obsessive music tracks blasting in the car, and to basically own that big house and big yard that you want so we can live in it together. 

But I can't have that. I kind of messed things up didn't I?

By the time you get this letter, it's probably in some Mailman/women's pocket. Or maybe you're already reading it. 

Have fun in school alright? I know you hate school and all, but just push yourself. I know you can do it.

I love you!

Sincerely,

Letters from Luke.