(it's cute to call it our song, no?)

In a small town St. John's.

Kirsten lived a family world.

She took a daylight walk, going to the local university.

In a city Halifax.

Alex raised a little hell.

He took a mid-afternoon flight, to a foreign country.

A dancer in any room.

Alex smelt a chance to pursue.

Her smile did brighten the night.

So we talked on and on and on and on.

Strangers in the first 3 years.

Up and down the MUN tunnels.

Their eyes searching for each other (probably only his and definitely not creepy at all).

Streetlights, people getting in fights.

There she is on George Street, I have excited emotions.

Hiding somewhere, playing it cool (although she can't, she's terrible at lying and it was terribly obvious in an almost embarrassingly obvious fashion).

Come on, here we go.

If you've read this far, thank you.

The story went on and on and on.

And we can't wait for you to join us in continuing the story June 30, 2025.

Q + A coming soon!