As we welcome spring, I for one am hoping that the dreaded Beast from the east has finished causing havoc for the year. I'm done with bundling up, feeling my stomach flip as my sole slips on the icy ground, and hiding away inside, desperately trying to keep warm.
Sometimes the things I want to write about the most take the longest to write, and are the hardest to write. I've written this in my head more times than I can count, but as soon as I tried putting fingers to keyboard, the words dried up.
We weren’t compatible. At least that much was obvious. In fact, if I wrote a list of things I did and didn’t look
for, he’d tick most of the latter...
Luke wears the same shirt, day in, day out. And he never got the memo that wearing a baseball cap back to front stopped being cool at some point between 2001 and 2007. Or even if he did, he ignored it.
