When we first met, I didn't know what to think. You had this pineapple
haircut, and wore eyeliner sometimes. You were older, and rock-er, and
intimidating. Then you quoted "Jump" lyrics at me, and I liked you.
The years our little friendship have seen are sweet. You might think
that's not very tough, but it's true.
I have seen you through some crazy times, and eating fads. Like when
we were roomates (still my favourite) and you went through your
edamame and grapefruit phase. It was weird. And you would call me at
work tell me to bring you chillie.
I have worried about you sometimes.
You have made me laugh other times.
Lately, a new thing has entered in. Pride. I am proud to call you
friend. I love our pancakes times. Or sitting at Crab Park with our
books working on our suntans.
And now your story is unfolding in this really amazing and beautiful
way. You are stepping up to the plate. You are thrust into a place
where love is being requested of you, and you are giving it freely.
Like a man.
I am so excited to see what happens next.
Aren't you?
I am excited to be at your wedding. To celebrate love with you and
beautiful Lana.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Things to remember.
When you bought Chanel nailpolish for me on the day my boyfriend moved away.
When I would pop by your house on the way home from work with a cold beer.
When we would run to the pool and swim and talk about relationships. I
became your secret keeper.
When you convinced me to take the train to Wanssee and we got caught
in that amazing snow.
When we sit quietly together, doing crosswords and reading books.
When we dance.
When we went for dinner and made big plans to live on farm on the east
coast, and raise our families together.
When walking home late at night, we got to spilling our hearts open,
stuck for twenty minutes on that triangle of sidewalk at Kingsway and
Fraser.
When we take long walks on the North Shore. You, me , and the dogs.
When you met me at the airport.
When you wrote my name in the snow, because I've never been able to.
When we meet for coffees and run down our week. Unafraid to cry in JJ Bean.
When we run into each other right at the right time. When our full
hearts need to be heard.
When we laugh so hard we cry, and laugh some more.
When you send me love texts late at night after you've had a few.
When we always order the spicy cactus roll together.
When I would pop by your house on the way home from work with a cold beer.
When we would run to the pool and swim and talk about relationships. I
became your secret keeper.
When you convinced me to take the train to Wanssee and we got caught
in that amazing snow.
When we sit quietly together, doing crosswords and reading books.
When we dance.
When we went for dinner and made big plans to live on farm on the east
coast, and raise our families together.
When walking home late at night, we got to spilling our hearts open,
stuck for twenty minutes on that triangle of sidewalk at Kingsway and
Fraser.
When we take long walks on the North Shore. You, me , and the dogs.
When you met me at the airport.
When you wrote my name in the snow, because I've never been able to.
When we meet for coffees and run down our week. Unafraid to cry in JJ Bean.
When we run into each other right at the right time. When our full
hearts need to be heard.
When we laugh so hard we cry, and laugh some more.
When you send me love texts late at night after you've had a few.
When we always order the spicy cactus roll together.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Little things.
How do you know if anything you make is any good?
I spent all day writing a little story.
I like it, I am happy with it, I want to do something out of it. But
for the past few hours I have really been wondering if it's good.
Like good, good. Like people could spend money on it good.
I don't think I've ever made or done anything that I thought some one might buy.
I need about 20 totally unbiased opinions.
I spent all day writing a little story.
I like it, I am happy with it, I want to do something out of it. But
for the past few hours I have really been wondering if it's good.
Like good, good. Like people could spend money on it good.
I don't think I've ever made or done anything that I thought some one might buy.
I need about 20 totally unbiased opinions.
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