Letters to Luke » Luke Hemmings

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Dear Luke,

I found something of yours in my memories box. I had no idea you ever put it in there.

It was your tape recorder, with a tape still in it, which had your voice recorded on there. Your perfect voice. I always loved your voice, whether you were talking or singing, your voice is beautiful.

The words you sang made my heart hurt, made me miss you a million times more than I have for the past four months. 

I ache for you to sing to me in person again, but for now all I have is your perfect voice recoded on this small device. I haven't stopped listening to it since I found it. I can't seem to stop the ugly sobs that escape my mouth either.

Come back.

Love,
Florence.