I was sitting in my room alone eating a juicy, fragrant orange when I recieved a call from a familiar stranger asking me to meet her at her hotel for coffee in a city of strangers. I have known her for 4 years, maybe 5, I forget, and have never once embraced her, watched her as an animated being. Its the things that enable us to be connected with a world full of people that causes our disconnect with them. This girl, she writes me letters when she is sad, I am touched by the emotion, but fail to respond, as I do with most letters I recieve.
(after) I, I just met this soul. This beautiful, familiar stranger. We held hands across the table of a small manhattan diner. I kept ordering coffee as to prolong our conversations, our colliding of lives. Hopped up on caffeine and emotion, my eyes tear up. There is a soul from Oregon who gets me, who feels love the way I do, who let me kiss her on the forehead. I wish that the universe would allow our lives to co-exist or rather, to exist in the same place at the same time. After so long, I wondered if things would feel forced, akward, a facade. Instead something real, possibly the most real experience I've had in Manhattan was shared over cheesecake & coffee with one creamer & three sugars. I love her.
3/4/07
I was sitting in my room alone eating a juicy, fragrant orange when I recieved a call from a familiar stranger asking me to meet her at her hotel for coffee in a city of strangers.
I have known her for 4 years, maybe 5, I forget, and have never once embraced her, watched her as an animated being.
Its the things that enable us to be connected with a world full of people that causes our disconnect with them.
This girl, she writes me letters when she is sad, I am touched by the emotion, but fail to respond, as I do with most letters I recieve.
(after)
I, I just met this soul. This beautiful, familiar stranger. We held hands across the table of a small manhattan diner. I kept ordering coffee as to prolong our conversations, our colliding of lives.
Hopped up on caffeine and emotion, my eyes tear up. There is a soul from Oregon who gets me, who feels love the way I do, who let me kiss her on the forehead.
I wish that the universe would allow our lives to co-exist or rather, to exist in the same place at the same time.
After so long, I wondered if things would feel forced, akward, a facade. Instead something real, possibly the most real experience I've had in Manhattan was shared over cheesecake & coffee with one creamer & three sugars.
I love her.
<3
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Words can't describe what you mean to me.
So as I type this with tear stained cheeks,
I make this vow to see you again.
Someday.
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