My Personal Good-Bye

He called me Miss CommonTater and I called him Spud. The last in a long line of shared running jokes. The most prolific concentrating on frogs; don't ask.

We talked about writing, we wrote poetry. We discussed politics, we shared things that will go with me to my grave. We disagreed, we made-up.

This is my last email to Terry:

Spud:

OK, so you’ve given me a good laugh.

You are as anti-social as I am which is why I love you.

Miss CommonTater

If there had to be a last, I'm so glad it ended with I love you.