My constant bf amid all the non-bf’s.
I had one of those perfect mornings today… and while it has been quickly wiped away by insane project managers, I remember the feeling.
This morning I fell in love with NYC again.
Not in a general way, but in the aching, filled up way you fall in love with a bf. Of the “can’t wait to throw your arms around it and kiss the hell out of it”-variety. The “breathtaking/chest-crushing”-variety.
The coffee, the egg-and-cheese, the cool air, the comfortable jeans, and also the sun on 10th street no doubt contributed. But literally, I was in love with the city today… as though it was a person who I fell back into.
When I’ve had that feeling in other cities, in other years, it was remembering this: That NYC with all of its support and rough edges has always been my bf. Eff every other one of them.
posted by gormley at 3:20 PM
4 Comments:
it doesn't hurt that today is a rare August day when we aren't sticking to everything.
It's true... I think ity was mostly the warm sun/cool air combo. 10th street was literally lit like a cheesy romance movie set.
Yeah but will the city buy you drinks?
no it won't
but she has me.
i will always buy her a drink.
and she doesn't even have to put out.
Post a Comment
<< Home