You were my first real love, and I still love you. This is why parting hurt so much. I feel empty, but not hopeless. If I didn’t believe our friendship would survive I don’t think I could bear it. We’re so young and have so much growing left to do. Nietzsche says that: We are two ships each of which has its own goal and course. Our paths may cross and we may celebrate a feast together, as we did – and then the good ships rested so quietly in one harbor and in one sunshine that it may have looked as if they had reached their goal and as if they had but one goal. Maybe our paths will intertwine again someday. I love you, always. —Your North End Friend
This article appears in Mar 14-20, 2013.
Dear North End Friend,
Does your grandpa have real horses on an island not so far away – real horses, not miniature ones? I really want it to be you..