Notes •muke•

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Luke.

4 years later.

I haven't talked in 2 years I think.
I have no one one talk to.

I have calum but I rather not talk to him.
He's not the best.

Michael was.
Michael is still in a coma.
They ask me to take him off so he just dies.
Never.
I will never just let him die with out them trying.
I sat there on the waiting chair in michaels room.
I've been writing little side notes for you.
I've been waiting for you.

My life has been pointless.
With out Michael Gordon clifford.

It's all my fault you tried to commit suicide.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
Michael I miss you alot.
I want to hold you again.

I just want to kiss you and hug you.
Like always.
Like we use to.

And no one stopped us.

When we could have sex in public and we wouldn't care.
I giggled.

I miss you kitten.
I'm joking.
We have never actually had done it in public.
I'm just saying.
Never in public.

I miss your sweet face.
I miss your soft lips.

I heard the bed move.
Then you started moving.
And shaking.

The doctors ran in as fast as possible.
I shot up and tried I see you.

All I could see was your trembling body.
"He's having a seizure" the doctor said.
"It may last a minute, I'm happy to tell you he's awake".
My face lit up.
"He's awake"? I asked.
"Yes" "that was his jumpstart"
"Oh my gosh" I say.
"One problem, he has lost memory temporarily he may or may not remember you"
My heart sunk.

He won't even remember me.
" He will one day soon"
"Just give him things to remember and he should snap Into memory".
"Okay"
"Thanks" I said.