Dear Jimmy,
Michael's stuck in hospital for a few more weeks.
I'll be almost living in the hospital for th e next two weeks.
Today I was looking into his eyes, his clear,broken eyes, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss him.
All I could imagine was the touch of his lips on mine, the taste of his love running through my veins.
He's all I want.
I want to take him out and watch the stars with him. I want to hold his hand and talk about the futures we dream about.
I want to be in the future he dreams about.
I want him to drem about a future.
I want him to be alright.
I want to fix him.
And I want to fix me.
Sincerely yours,
Luke.
