Happy Valentine's Day

A million years ago when Michael lived in Kerrisdale and I lived in a far, far away city called White Rock and we were dating, we used to talk on the phone every night. And because it was early in our relationship and we hadn't used the "L" word yet, we would end every phone call by saying "Miss you". And once - for a reason I can't recall - I sent Michael an e-Card with a clip of this song. Michael recently told me that he's always thought that I had a nice telephone voice and that was part of the reason that he enjoyed talking to me on the phone.
So much, Potpie.

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