“You can’t re-create the first time you promise to love someone or the first time you feel loved by another.
This was one of the most heartwarming romances I have ever read, a story I adored, and it made me miss the bustling streets of New York City even more, but knowing that next time I’m there, I’d be seeing it through these characters’ eyes too. It’s a story that shows us that some loves have no expiry date, that some people are meant to be with one another no matter what, even when time is stolen from them, even when they are robbed of memories that could never be replaced, even when nothing could ever make them forget the bitter taste of regret from losing one another for so long. A love story spanning over more than a decade, this is the tale of two young people who simply met too soon in life to truly appreciate what they had found in one another, whose lives take off in different directions, but eventually bring them back to each other again, where they belonged all along, because their hearts would and could never love another. And we can now add another one to that list of greats. It only takes one visit to New York City to understand why so many timeless works of fiction happen to take place here, why so many unforgettable love stories are inspired by this city, and just how many recognizable icons of this great metropolis are now reminders of some of the greatest books we’ve ever read. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half? I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello.Īfter seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like.
I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t see you again until a month ago. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding… We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. I learned more about myself that year than any other. We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House.
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