It’s been nine months since I left Halifax for a life in the West. I thought you knew, and that’s why I never told you; three little words that I just couldn’t spit out.
I have a life and a love here, but it doesn’t stop me from thinking about you every day. As crazy as you may think I am, and as crazy as I’ve always have been, the truth is that I’m crazy for you.
It makes me sad that the distance has turned us into “what might have been.” You mean the world to me. I just thought you should know. —A
This article appears in Sep 6-12, 2012.
So you settled for no-name ketchup?