I Imagine Our History Through Your Eyes I Imagine Our History Through Your Eyes I Imagine Our History Through Your Eyes

By Gray Brogden

How I like to think you tell our story:

“She hit me like the smell of baking chocolate chip cookies hits you when you first walk through the door. She took daffodil steps and wore piano key smiles and painted in colours I hadn’t seen before. She asked about my day. She always wanted to hear me play. And I had never been so in love with someone who still left me wanting more. ”

How you probably tell our story:

“I loved her and she left. It’s not a big deal anymore. ”