There is so much I want to write about and I have been drafting and drafting but I cannot even begin to construct a narrative.
Because I am still sitting on a rooftop, processing under the Brooklyn sky, having one of the most intense conversations in recent history between one kiss at a time. I am still lost in the one moment when I took a risk, pushed the envelope, knelt between her legs, and watched her lose her train of thought entirely.
She lives in Boston, I live here. She is one of my best friends. I don’t understand what happened and I don’t know what will happen.
I did not go home with her that night.
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~k // February 22, 2008 at 8:59 pm
I found your blog entirely by accident and I sure am glad I did. Your writing is honest and heartwrenchingly real. Keep it up.
P.S. Sounds like you are about to make some serious decisions. Good luck.
dylan // February 22, 2008 at 10:11 pm
The divide between NYC and Boston is only as big as you let it be. I remember when the girl who rocked my world was there though, and I was here, it felt as though we had an ocean between us. I hope you find happiness in whatever happens and yet find a way to stay grounded and happy where you are as well.
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