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I find that the best writers are those that nobody knows about - the closet writers who you only come across in the briefest of instants and you rarely, if ever, see their work again. You constantly crave these gems that they put forth because they are so filled with emotion and have a certain smoothness about their writing (think of what Bailey's would taste like if you could read it) that you are never fully satiated.

Mag hardly writes anything, but her works always appeals to me in this manner. She wrote me a card a while ago on our anniversary, just before I was supposed to leave for Halifax. It's simple in its artistic flair, but the thing that's impressive is that she knows exactly how to aim her verbal arrows so that they strike at the core of my emotions, memories, that instant I thought was ephemeral and gone. I've always been amazed by her ability to wade through the superficial and find the exact core of anything and everything, and her writing encompasses this rare talent - her points are succinct, direct, and striking.

Dear Honey,

I can't believe its been 6 years already! And I also can't believe that you're leaving so soon. Who's going to pull my hair? Who's going to give me hugs even when I don't want them? Who's going to watch me play volleyball or play with my puppies? I'm going to miss you so much! Anyway, today is about celebrating the last couple of weeks we have together. I will try to make you as happy as I can, and I will try not to complain so much or be annoying. I know we can get through our 2 1/2 years apart because we've lived through 6 awesome years together. I won't be there in Halifax to nag you but just remember this: Be yourself because you're the coolest person that I know. As my mom would say, eat breakfast every day and meat for dinner.

I'm so lucky to be sharing
another year with you,
my yesterday, my today,
my tomorrow.

I love you with all my heart

Mag.