not again

"...we connect in so many ways, so easy I must say..."

It's been a looooong time since i've had the courage to say something like that about someone. the last  person i admittedly cared A LOT about (since moving to NYC) sent me on a whirlwind of flings. some lasting longer than others, some i tried to make bigger than they were worth. and i only say that last part b/c spending time with J does that thing where you realize what was wrong with everyone else.

he started it. he gave me 'to pimp a butterfly' then 'black messiah' and now here we are talking about our retainers, skin insecurities (eczema & acne), and our dislike for the bjork exhibit at the .MoM.A. singing esthero songs, admiring bushwick's street art, rocking camo... everything we do together, i immediately think of people i love and want to share the same experience with. and even when we don't do anything, it's still something. like sitting on a brooklyn stoop drinking gerwurtztraminer and looking at a starless NYC sky.