Dear Luke, 52
Tonight, Ashton and I were sitting on my bed and when he walked in he saw your guitar. He asked why I have it, and I told him. He just nodded.
When I asked him if he knew how to play he nodded, and I picked it up and handed it to him.
He looked at it and kind of asked if he was allowed to play it. It was yours. And I am not sure if you would have wanted him to touch it, but I let him play.
Ashton sounded ten times better than me. And then I asked him if he could teach me, and he did.
I'm not sure why, but the way he had his arms wrapped around me reminded me of you, when you tried to teach me. I then started to cry.
Ashton stopped and realized I was crying and gave me a hug.
We sat and talked about you for hours. It was four in the morning when we finally fell asleep.
We talked about missing you, what happened after you left and planned to see you again.
Ashton and I miss you.
-May
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