Dear You

Over a year later ..

- I still say stupid stuff. Mainly on dates and to my boss (the two are mutually exclusive, by the way)

- I still go to Field Day and feel old with all of the young 'uns (stop flippin' pushing in to me!)

- I still get reminded of the past through music (a date last month caused a month-long obsession with all things Haligonian from Sloan to donairs)

Now, music seems to predict my future. Recently a song has come to mind with much urgency at moments of insecurity, fear and doubt. At first I couldn't place it and it frustrated me. All I knew was that it was the soundtrack to this horrible feeling I had. Those nights when I leave my light on and hold the pillow close and cling to it. The music, however, wasn't that of a horror movie. It was beautiful and tender and at those moments it felt like a comfort blanket. And then I remembered it. I'd been listening to the original for ages, but it was a cover version which consoled me.

I'm not a die-hard Jose Gonzalez fan so the need to hear this song struck me as mildly odd. Thinking that there must be a reason for it I read the lyrics. A short-lived love affair. And then it made sense.

I've been an unreliable penfriend. So sorry..

Love,

Stephanie