eggs over easy
My ex liked omelettes. Reliable, can't go wrong, whatever happens no matter what you throw at it, it’ll make the best of it that’s the beauty of an omelette.
The one before like fried eggs sunny side up, picture perfect, the breakfast you’ve been dying to see, even if I never expected you to make it.
The boy before them liked to show off with benedict slivers of chorizo, coriander and silky hollandaise, I should have know it wouldn’t work, when you poured such admiration, into a smell that made me sick.
I’ve always hated eggs.
- Katherine MW












