“One of the greatest things I’ve ever seen happen was the morning I opened the newspaper and it said that some very powerful government officials had decided to change the name of “French fries” to “freedoom fries” and “French toast” to “freedom toast”. It was impressive. I wanted to write a letter to them just to thank them, just for proving globally that they were absolute imbeciles.”—Johnny Depp
“I am a feminist and I am totally pro-choice, but what’s funny is when you say that people assume that you are pro-abortion. I don’t love abortion but I want women to be able to choose and I don’t want white dudes in an office being able to make laws on things like this. I mean what are we going to do - go back to clothes hangers?”—Ellen Page in the UK newspaper “The Guardian”, responding to being asked about the controversy aroused by her role in Juno
Ten months and sixteen days ago, I left my heart in Vancouver. It was one of the toughest things I’ve ever had to do, but it was worth it. My love for you grew stronger as I counted down the days until I would see you once more. Every kiss, every touch, every glance had to last until the next time. Every time I would hear your voice on the phone, I came alive again. It has been ten long months… but those months apart cannot compare to a lifetime together.
I remember when you told me about your guilty pleasure, CL’s missed connections. I had never heard of it. I thought it was bizarre, but you called it hopeful and romantic. You described how beautiful it is for one to explore this measure by just being affected by a glance or a smile. I felt your passion. I felt your love for love. Most importantly, I felt myself falling in love with you.
Baby, you and I are hardly a missed connection. But the same day you told me of your guilty pleasure, you told me you secretly wished to have one written for you. I know I’m a few years late on this one…
Today I will be reunited with my heart for good. And when I finally kiss you and hold your hands in mine, I will remember that not all connections are missed.
In a few hours, I’ll call you to wake you up like I do everyday. You’ll go for your work out and come home to shower. At 9am, you’ll check your emails and read missed connections like you do everyday.
At roughly 12:45pm today when you pick me up from YVR, you’ll answer the question I’ve been dying to ask for the past three and a half years.