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Meg's failed romance #1027...
Aug. 23rd, 2006 02:44 amDear Toronto,
I can’t recall time EVER moving so fast as it has these past few days. I mean, I got here on Sunday afternoon, and it’s already Tuesday night! Tomorrow, early in the morning, I’ll have to fly away and leave you, which is really a shame, because I think this relationship had potential. You and me, Toronto, we coulda gone places.
After all, ever since we met, you just keep on surprising me with all these delightful little details; like those trees in the park strung up with purple fairy lights, that island covered with paper lanterns, the cheap Asian noodle house with the incredible food AND drinks, the liberal smattering of ethnic neighbourhoods everywhere, the fresh-fruit smell of Kensington Market, the neon signs of Chinatown on Spandina, the utter hoity-toity-ness and yet friendliness of Yorkville, those birds who sat boldly on a spare chair at my table with Maggie at the croissant place and begged for crumbs, your cute little subway system, the friendly people everywhere, all the bookstores, the pretty shops that eat up my moneys, the lovely restaurant doors I have to tear myself away from, that orgasmic ice cream place down the road, the trees everywhere, being able to actually see the stars at night, the alleyways covered with tremendous, magnificent graffiti, the bohemian lifestyle you endorse so heartily, the many parks graced with fountains, your obsession with bikes and cyclists, and so, so much more.
Sure, you have your flaws, like your rude drivers who lay on their horns for ages, and your expensive… everything, really, and your stinky fish markets, and your way of consuming my time in a flash, but I’ve been smitten since I first laid eyes on you.
This is the most ridiculous summer fling I’ve ever had, Toronto, and even though it has by no means been a wild and crazy ride, it HAS been a blast, and I hope we get to do it again soon. I’ll send you a postcard, babe. Kiss kiss!
xoxoxo,
Meg
I can’t recall time EVER moving so fast as it has these past few days. I mean, I got here on Sunday afternoon, and it’s already Tuesday night! Tomorrow, early in the morning, I’ll have to fly away and leave you, which is really a shame, because I think this relationship had potential. You and me, Toronto, we coulda gone places.
After all, ever since we met, you just keep on surprising me with all these delightful little details; like those trees in the park strung up with purple fairy lights, that island covered with paper lanterns, the cheap Asian noodle house with the incredible food AND drinks, the liberal smattering of ethnic neighbourhoods everywhere, the fresh-fruit smell of Kensington Market, the neon signs of Chinatown on Spandina, the utter hoity-toity-ness and yet friendliness of Yorkville, those birds who sat boldly on a spare chair at my table with Maggie at the croissant place and begged for crumbs, your cute little subway system, the friendly people everywhere, all the bookstores, the pretty shops that eat up my moneys, the lovely restaurant doors I have to tear myself away from, that orgasmic ice cream place down the road, the trees everywhere, being able to actually see the stars at night, the alleyways covered with tremendous, magnificent graffiti, the bohemian lifestyle you endorse so heartily, the many parks graced with fountains, your obsession with bikes and cyclists, and so, so much more.
Sure, you have your flaws, like your rude drivers who lay on their horns for ages, and your expensive… everything, really, and your stinky fish markets, and your way of consuming my time in a flash, but I’ve been smitten since I first laid eyes on you.
This is the most ridiculous summer fling I’ve ever had, Toronto, and even though it has by no means been a wild and crazy ride, it HAS been a blast, and I hope we get to do it again soon. I’ll send you a postcard, babe. Kiss kiss!
xoxoxo,
Meg
