on reuniting with an old love

969 reasons to believe it’s possible

I fell in love.

It’s not a new love.
In reality? It’s a love I had before I met Laura.

Ever since picking up this beauty, my mind has been captured.

I’ve been fully occupied—obsessed—by my new, old love.

We hooked up back in ’96 when I graduated from university. We rolled through the streets of Toronto together when I first lived in the city.

And then?

One morning I woke up to discover that my love had disappeared—stolen by a thief in the night.

Ever since then?
My heart has felt like a piece of it was missing.

I never really recovered.

Oh sure, I’ve had other loves, but this one?

This one was special.

When I moved to Toronto I left home with my guitar, backpack, and my chromoly steel love.

She was a 1995 Univega Alpina 501.

Her gray frame was svelte, double-butted, and whippy.

She was with me on all of my earliest Toronto adventures.

We blazed down Richmond together for late-night jazz at The Cameron House.

She joined me at work as my trusty steed as I roamed the city streets as a messenger.

She carrie…