When I met Kim

I moved from Montreal to Vancouver in 1997 and met Kim in 1998. He was working as a bartender where I used to go swing dancing every night. We talked about how both of us were from Quebec, and about our love of writing. He was very forward, telling me he liked me and asking me out right away. I said "yes" and ran out of the bar, but the next time I saw him, I asked for his phone number and we went out for 3 years after that, living together for one and a half years. Afterwards, we remained friends, emailing and phoning each other, but I have never been very good at stoking the fires of a friendship in which the friend is not an actively involved in the same hobbies as I am. In December and the first two weeks of January, Kim and I were trying to find a time where we were both free to see the Return of the King... we never made it. It was an interest that we shared deeply since childhood and a great bond between us. Even though we had promised to see it with each other and only with each other, I would feel so much better knowing that he got to see and be touched by that beautiful movie before he died. When I see Aragorn, I think of him.