Tuesday, September 02, 2008

And life goes on ...

After all that's happened, here's hoping I don't speak in clichés.


MArt and I broke up. We shared a joint on the balcony of his new place as the uptight Chinese couple next door slammed their screen shut.

"I love how I can see over the tree tops," he mused.

Red from exposure with the sun pulling moisture from his knees, MArt sat there content.

This was it, I thought. After nearly 2 and a half years together, we've finally acknowledged the inevitability of our demise. It was sad, yet not unexpected. A swan song of sorts, concluding the extended public performance we both endured.

My love for him now steadfast, I wish him nothing but the best.


Goodbye Montreal, here I come Toronto.

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