Story
We met at a house party in high school, dated, went to prom, packed a ton of young love into our last summer together and then went our separate ways to university and college.
23 years later, on a fateful Thanksgiving weekend I tracked Scott down, left a rambling message on his work phone and asked him if he wanted to catch up. Emails turned into text messages, which then turned into long-long phone conversations. We knew very quickly that the spark had never extinguished; we still had a connection and wanted to be together again.
Scott moved in with me in Toronto; however, we eventually ended up in Ottawa and then finally took a big leap and moved across the country to Alberta.