I must tell Halifax a story to prove that love exists. I experienced this maybe two weeks ago on a bus heading up Spring Garden. There were two old folks sitting across from one another. They were far enough away I assumed they were not together. But as I listened to Bonobo, I began to notice their eye contact. She was even giving him little hints of a smile then looking away. When she stood to get off the bus, he quickly stood to, giving her a hand up. They both got off, looked at each other without a word, then walked their own ways. Love exists, be open to it. Go find the one you love and tell them so. —Lover of Lovers