I'm starting to miss New York. The carefree days spent before I packed my bags full of hopes and dreams. I'm starting to miss the days when we snuck to secret parties and slept together on roofs, when I was 20 and had no fake ID and had been kissed once by a complete stranger on the subway. True story. Sounds like an assault now if one had actually lived in New York long enough, but as a temporary girl in a city made of forever, it was just a great scene from a movie (speaking of which, saw a GREAT kissing scene between Gosling and Mulligan from Drive today). New York was full of romance. On Union Square, I saw every person with bright eyes and wide smiles and wished them the best. What luck that our lives crossed paths, even if only for a chance moment. Thank you New York, for all the moments you gave me.
As for this new beast, thank you too, for giving me every bit of anti-romance I need. For making it hurt and making it count. Beijing. You're just the pill I need, a pollutant down my heart, flooding my lungs and choking my arteries. Only, you won't kill me. You make me stronger, and brighter, and for that, I thank you, love you, and listen to Jonsi while dreaming.