Dear Luke (my old friend),
I think about you a lot and at the oddest times. I think of you when I get around to drinking the last two forgotten inches of tea in the bottom of my cup. Or when I leave the dishpan for too long and I have to run fresh water. And -- don't take this the wrong way -- I think of you in the shower, when the water makes me shiver. I think of you often. By which I mean, let's get together soon.
Forever and always,
Me
