Waking through the crowd, the village is a glow
Kaleidescope of loud heart beats under coats
Walking in the streets of this ever lively city is like walking down a village of people where everything is glowing. All the lights are bright, and funny how they inspire you. There has been a million songs sung about this city as a tribute, and guess what? I'm going to write one. Like I said before, this is the perfect place for love at first sight. I can see people falling in love, and then falling out of it, then the guy rushes through the crowd after realizing what he lost and runs 20 blocks to win his girl back.
It's like a kaleidoscope of our heartbeats under coats.
I was walking down the street trying to believe my eyes. I'm finally here. And the funny thing is that usually I'd be chased by flocks and flocks of paparazzi. That's the beauty of this city. Its bustling but its peaceful in a sense. All that's after me now is my fans.
In a crowded place like this, bumping into people is a common sight. As I was gazing at the view with my wide eyes open, I accidentally bumped into a pedestrian. He looked young, free, and fresh. As he looked up, he said "Excuse me," and ran off. He reminds me of someone. At first he reminded me so much of one of my former flames. He even resembled him in a way. Those eyes, that white T-shirt cliché, and a wild spirit. As he walked off, the less he looked like my ex, and more like a person crossing by. Maybe this is a sign of me reuniting with an ex. I kept walking.
I took a water cab to to the Statue of Liberty. The day was fairly sunny. On the way, I sank in to deep thoughts. I took myself back two years. I came to New York. It was about December in 2012. I met this guy. We broke up. I think its obvious who this is. But that was when I came to New York. I remember bring in such a bad place, he made my problems seem so small. But that lasted for about a month, as always. The fun thing about New York is that we can get caught up in old memories, but its so big that we can get lost on new ones.
When we first dropped our bags on apartment floors,
We took our broken hearts, put them in a drawer
When I first arrived at my apartment, I felt this sense of renewment. That sense that I'm finally, officially, oddly, a New Yorker. Well, that was fun to say. It's as if everyone who came before took their broken hearts and put them in a drawer. Its an amazing feeling that I never thought I would feel. I rushed out the balcony. I could see the park from here. I could see all the lights. I could see the cabs and cars still driving on the street eventhough its like, 2 AM. But most of all, I can the park from here. Why do I call it the park. Its because that's where I met him.
TWO YEARS AGO..
Like any real love, it keeps you guessing
I went to the park. New York paparazzi can be polite. They kept their distance. And I appreciate that about them. I was on my way to the pretzel kiosk. When I got my pretzel, I was about to turn around when some guy bumped into me. I fell to the ground.
" I'm so sorry," he said. He held out his hand to help me up.
He grabbed my hand and held my shoulder. He was such a gentleman. He said " Sorry about that," he said in this British accent. I smiled at him. I was so distracted. His smile is like nothing I've ever seen before. His hair was slicked back and so long. He was wearing a white t shirt. Then I realized that he is a familiar face. "I'm Taylor," my voice was shaking. That hasn't happened in so long.
"I'm Harry," he shook my hand.
Then I realized that the paparazzi was just a few feet away from me and they went berserk.
Everyone here was someone else before,
Four Weeks Later....
Her we are. Haylor. Making headlines. Where we started was where we ended. In New York. We spent new years together. It was about midnight. I felt guilt for weeks. Maybe this is when we should call this off. It was 5 minutes to midnight. His hand was in my hand. He turned to look at me. Usually, I'll look back at him, but this time I pretended not to see that.
It was midnight. Everyone in Times Square were holding hands with their partners. All the talking and noise would usually sound louder, if it wasn't for the thousands and thousands of thought racing through my mind.
I felt like my eyes were a dam because I've held back all these tears.
Everyone was counting down simultaneously, except for me. I didn't feel like it. I just hear myself saying "let go of his hand and run!". But I resisted.
"5, 4, 3, 2,".... The time between the numbers felt like ages. "1! Happy New Year!!!!", everyone screamed at the top of their lungs. Harry grabbed me in attempt to kiss me. I went along. I could feel that loves me, maybe a little too much. His band mates were not very fond with our union. That's why I've felt so guilty.
I pulled myself out of the kiss. Harry was staring to have his doubts. " What's wrong?", he asked. He looked puzzled and theres nothing I can do with the amount of courage that I have. He deserves an explanation. "I'm just tired," a lie that I didn't have to tell. He knew that wasn't why I was acting strange.
I tried to walk away slowly, as if I was going to go back to my apartment and say " goodnight, see you" but he grabbed my hand. Like the very first time he did. And then i t became harder. With everyone watching, paparazzi only five feet away radius, I felt helpless. "Well talk about it in my apartment,".
That night, - or day, because it was past midnight- was tough. And in one second all the emotions start to spil. The attention the people have on us. The busy schedules, the resentment of his band mates. Everything. He sat there, laid back, legs open, hand on chin, trying to accept all of this. And in an instant, two words- or one-made this the most memorable night in his life, and not in a good way.
" Goodbye.." , the last memory I have is him leaving me like that. And I don't blame him. When I told him that it was over, the two minutes of silence in between the end of it and when he left, you can literally hear the air in the room.
I guess from whatever distance, the paparazzi will be making this the headlines tomorrow.
Searching for a sound we hadn't heard before...
In here. Living not existing. Making everyday count one way or another. And its funny that in a way this was where it all ended. And now, this is where it all begins. The sound of people talking -and from a distance sounds like mumbling, sounds like a new soundtrack. And I could this to dance beat.
