marco hates history.

I have been thinking about Luke a lot lately. 

Like how last year when he started doing independent studies he would call me while I was at school and leave me voice messages of him reading a poem that he felt that I should hear. And although I would laugh and let Chelsea listen and we would just sit there and laugh our asses off I loved it so much, and miss it like crazy. I miss him so much. [Maybe not as much as Kyle who cries when he mops listening to jack johnson.] But enough to start reminiscing about the old days. Which is one of those things that makes you happy and sad at the same time. Which can be such a good feeling at times.

I just sat on the phone with Kyle talking about how much we miss luke. How if Luke was in the category of sexy, hot, handsome, or cute. He would be hot. And how he is even hotter when he is mad. How we wished we saw him break the window or his wall. 

I miss going to his house and having to endure his mother and roll my eyes when she mentions my uncle and dating him. And how Luke would get really mad at her. Or how I would get annoyed at Luke and run into the little room down the hall with Dino and take pictures with that lovely puppy of love.  Or how Luke and I would dance in front of the mirror in Chelsea's bathroom while my hair was being dyed and I looked like a freakin alien but we didn't care.  Oh how I miss Luke. 

I miss him I miss him I miss him I miss him I miss him I miss him I miss him.