The Secrets to New York

Twenty-Seven | The View from Here

I guess you became more fearless when you saw me give you a questioning glance, because you suddenly blurted out three words that I had been wanting to hear for the past three years:

I love you.

I started to cry even harder and for a moment you looked crushed. I started to spit a messy string of thoughts at you after that. I don’t know that you caught everything, but I know that you caught the most important part:

I love you, too.

Your smile grew so wide at those words and I felt my heart leap inside my chest.

I missed that. I said quietly.

What? You asked, a grin still wide on your face.

That smile. You leaned over and kissed me after I said that. I know that my smile grew wide as we pulled away.

Let’s get out of here. You said suddenly.

I have to work, Beckett. At that exact moment Margie came out from the kitchen. She smiled at the sight of the two of us and told me that if I didn’t go with you, she would fire me. I laughed at that and told you to hold on for a second as I went and clocked out.

You were waiting patiently by the front door when I came out and you just smiled at me as I walked towards you. You opened the door for me and halted a taxi way quicker than I have ever been able to. You told it to take us to the city; we got there and decided to just explore. I don’t really go into New York City as much as I could, so it was quite the adventure. Especially because you were there.  

I don’t know what else to say, except that I love the view from here.