It was a summer night. I had finished work and came downtown to meet you so we can spend some time together, before heading home to our separate worlds. We walked the busy Montreal streets, had some Buffalo Bills, walked some more because we had time to kill. It was the Just for Laughs Festival, our bodies brushing through crowds. Way back then, we didn’t didn’t notice our hearts beating out loud. It sang a sweat song a melody never heard of. Until we sat down, listened to your music and fell in love. In the park across from the Greyhound station, to the soundtrack of our lives we enjoyed reminiscing. A stripe black n’ white sweater, black business pants and flats, and you wore your typical black jeans and t-shirt and windbreaker, How can I ever forget that? I took picture of that evening in my mind, a clear representation of feelings unsure to define. That was when you made me listen to Miguel’s “Sure Thing,” and shortly, soon after, it became the title of our song. A title of pure honesty, a hope for bright future with no wrongs.
I dedicate this song to us. Not the video, because it was this song that made us, before its popularity, this was our love in its simplest form, its purity.