by Luke McKinney
so i just kept on sitting there, hearing every word i read as i lost myself in the lines of your perfect handwriting. perfect, that is, except for the little circle you use to dot your i's. i hate that. three pages, and the only actual point i gathered was that you didn't like that i don't use milk in my omelettes. you ate them anyway, though. it didn't occur to me until years later that that was the proof you loved me.
Luke McKinney's not into bios.