For some odd reason, I miss Manhattan. I miss it being crazy cold, in the sharp cut streets, millions of moving lights, eight million people in an out…..hustle and bustle. The soft, cube nights. I miss that. I miss it being with a girl that I believe I loved, god I miss that. When you’re a New Yorker, you gradually end up hating Manhattan, because it’s well…it’s “the city” (because in reality nobody calls Brooklyn, X, Queens, Staten Island, the city even they are) and it reminds us of work, and stress. Every now and then, I get tourist syndrome, and miss those big ass buildings, owned by those millionaires, and other people taking my money…….**sigh…I miss walking around doing absolutely nothing, but kissing, running up and down, and using each other for body heat. I swear, when you’re young, dumb, and in love..you don’t feel just how cold it is. It’s when you’re alone, you start noticing all the negativity; for when you were with that person, you were too distracted by their eyes, and when you went home on that subway, then that train, then that taxi cab, with your dead cellphone, your lips were still pulsating from all those kisses. All the millions of people? I don’t see them when I’m with that special person, I see maybe, 5, including her, they may just be the people working at the stores. I hate how I love New York. I’ve adapted quite well, from an island boy, to one who appreciates the city.
Let’s make winter 2010 memorable……the nights at least, screw the day. Vampiric.