We found love in a hopeless place, which is to say, we fell in love in our crusty, mediocre small town of Belleville, Ontario. This is quite remarkable in itself as I’m not sure how the town was possibly big enough to contain our exploding indie-ness, but I suppose that is what drew us together. Well, that and Myspace. We shared the same birthday – December 28th, messy brown hair and insatiable taste for sushi. He was soft and loved Belle and Sebastian, Julie Doiron, The Microphones, while I was hard and like Minor Threat, Black Flag and Bikini Kill. He was too nice. He really loved me. I felt the same way. This feels like a sad diary entry because I think he’s still living with his parents. He never quite got his life together besides being a cute indie moppet. I quickly moved away after high school to go to University, which ended our relationship in a slow, painful, wrenching way. But he was still wonderful and I will never let a man treat me any less than my first love did.