"Have you ever met someone who felt like the sun?" "Sure. But have you ever met someone who felt like the human version of the moon? Someone who, every time you're with them, you don't need to feel warm. You're just allowed to feel."
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I put in my headphones and walked down Greenwich Avenue in awe of my surroundings.
Mid October in New York City.
It feels like sweet cider and cream. Dusted hands from crunching autumn leaves. Warm air and browned sunlight from heavens windowsill. Breathing in the air was like licking maple syrup off your finger tips.
New York was everything I imagined and more.
The feeling was sweeter than the apples that grew in the orchards ten minutes outside of the city.
The streets appeased my mind. And finally, I was temporarily released from the stress that tattooed my thoughts.
White Ferrari by Frank Ocean came on. I'm listening to my favorite song, in my favorite city.
I'm so sentimental. I close my eyes and take it all in.
What if this was my life? What if instead of this life, I owned an independent bookstore. With a warm bakery that serves hot espresso. And a brown calico cat that sleeps on the windowsills and people like to people like to pet her as they browse the shelves. What if?
I imagine this made up life so clearly with my eyes still closed.
And there's a swift tap on my shoulder.
*tap*
And another...
*tap* *tap*
A tall, sculpted man with hollow cheeks stood fixed in front of me.
