Closure

I loved my friend;
He went away from me.
This poem ends,
as soft as it began :
I loved my friend.

After nearly 8 months after leaving (me and town), Scott made his first visit back to Edmonton. He asked to see me, and I agreed. This meeting did not go as I had imagined it would, but that's not a bad thing.

He visited with Miranda, and they practiced handwriting together. He and I talked a lot, about the past, the present, and the future. The end result : we both walked away with the closure we needed. Congratulations to Scott, for he has officially graduated to the Angeline's ex-boyfriend-but-still-a-friend Club!

Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.
(Westley, in The Princess Bride)