Status: Inactive.
Dear John
Letter Number Eighteen
Dear John,
I miss you so much that it hurts. Six days. That’s all you have left of this tour. Yes, I counted.
Aly said I’ve been roaming around like a lovesick puppy. She says that I’ve got this look on my face that just screams how much I need you. She likes to be a bitch sometimes and say that you called or just speak your name and she laughs when my eyes light up and a smile forms on my face.
It’s not funny. I know you’re probably laughing at me now too.
I wish on a star every night for the same thing, hoping that it will come true. But most of the time, the moon distracts me. It’s so beautiful and simple. Sort of like you. Sometimes, I think that you’re looking at it at the same time I am. Then I think that we’re together and laying on the deck of your lake house staring up at it.
But no matter where you are tonight, tonight you’re here with me.
Love,
Charlie
I miss you so much that it hurts. Six days. That’s all you have left of this tour. Yes, I counted.
Aly said I’ve been roaming around like a lovesick puppy. She says that I’ve got this look on my face that just screams how much I need you. She likes to be a bitch sometimes and say that you called or just speak your name and she laughs when my eyes light up and a smile forms on my face.
It’s not funny. I know you’re probably laughing at me now too.
I wish on a star every night for the same thing, hoping that it will come true. But most of the time, the moon distracts me. It’s so beautiful and simple. Sort of like you. Sometimes, I think that you’re looking at it at the same time I am. Then I think that we’re together and laying on the deck of your lake house staring up at it.
But no matter where you are tonight, tonight you’re here with me.
Love,
Charlie