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Walking home, I couldn't get it off my mind.

Who was she, why was he here and what does it all mean?

It was Saturday night and I was in Brooklyn. I was not going to miss out on all the opportunities, even if I may have been slightly angry (over nothing), I was still ready to make the best of an opportunity. If moving around a lot when I was young taught me anything, it was that.

I tried napping but that was unfruitful, and instead I was tossing and turning when a few thoughts came to me.

I remember, taking naps like this in the evening in college with my best friends. We would nap together and wait for texts back from the guys we liked. Then we'd do our makeup and go to take on the night.

All these memories highlighted how alone I was feeling, but also trying to forget. I wanted this, remember? I kept on telling myself that this was my choice and that we can't control everything anyway.

I could feel myself starting to slip into the old patterns of my brain when I remember a conversation Haden and I had a long time ago. He told me he moved to Brooklyn for a few months once, just to get away from LA.

I know and knew it was inevitable he would have connections to New York City, him being who he was, but I almost forgot about this one, which felt, strangely more personal.

I wondered what made him feel he had to leave...and then come back.

I gave up on trying to nap and instead got up with a big sigh.

I went out on my balcony, and my eyes scanned the city scape.

I knew there were things happening. I could feel it.

I wasn't sure where the night was going to lead me, but I was willing to give it a shot.

I scrolled through my Facebook feed and saw an event for an artist that was quite popular, but it was under his new, unreleased album name, so not a lot of people would realize it was him. I looked at the ticket prices, $40. Kind of pricey but it was tonight, and I was in the mood.

Probably best described as an R&B DJ, this was actually one of the NY DJs I actually listened to a lot in LA.

I looked around my kitchen, and mentally noting that I would have to go grocery shopping soon, I found a bottle of wine and poured myself a glass. Nothing crazy, keeping it classy.

I wondered what I would wear, and almost caught myself thinking what would he like me in, but then quickly reminded myself to stop and that it wouldn't matter anyway

I settled on black jeans and a nice shirt, along with my silk scarf and blazer. I checked the address on my phone. It seemed like some sort of warehouse party, but it wasn't far. I could bus there. I didn't have a car here and couldn't afford to uber everywhere so bus it would have to be.