April 7, 2010
But maybe I should have. Sharing is caring and the other way around, so maybe I should have. Would things have been different if so? I doubt it. So, how were they then? Really?
I found myself in an airport, with a ticket in my hand and butterflies packed neatly into my suitcase.
Going to New York was not the big deal here, I had done that a million times before. It was the reason for why I was going. Him.
It was his idea to begin with. Not that I didn’t think it was a great one, but I feel that it is important for me to point out that he wanted this to happen, more and faster than I had expected.
And so we decided to meet up in New York. Far from both of us, close enough to make a weekend out of it.
I wish New York was neutral ground for me. It would have been so perfect if it was. But it isn’t, and there’s nothing that’s going to change that. Ever. I lived ten lives in New York. At least. So the canvas was not blank, but rather colored in a multitude of shades from experiences past. Maybe it was better that way.
How do I do this? I’m going to go to the details.
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