You aren’t mine, I understand that. I understand how hard your situation was, and that I didn’t always try to make it easier.
What I want you to understand, though, is that you helped me realize that I deserve more than what I had. Loving you and having you love me (even for those two weeks of madness) reminded me of what it is supposed to feel like. You were a tall, skinny, elderly (ha!), hilarious, handsome reality check.
Goodluck with your lady and rest assured that I am moving to Toronto this summer with higher expectations and more clarity than ever before. —M
This article appears in Feb 16-22, 2012.