I was in fact waiting in the wrong spot, but that’s besides the point. I guess it was a first date of sorts; after a few encounters at work and many, many emails (not work related;), I was waiting to meet Gord for a walk through this park.
Within a couple of weeks, we were in love.
Three weeks after our walk, while I was visiting my family in Ontario, I told my dad at lunch one day that this was it; he was the one. I could tell my dad thought I was crazy. But I knew.
I love you so much Gordy.