Love on a two-way street, NY
Sometimes, I feel like I got married at 22.
I chose to be with him, and miss him a lot when he’s not around me. I give to him, and he gives to me. I receive from him, and he from me, the vigor of our spirits.
The thing is, a billion other people love him too. And they are not shy to shout it to the world with their shirts, mugs or mouths. They spend nights with him, dance with him and dream with him.
He takes all of us while we’re single and carefree. He makes us happy and makes our dreams come true.
And so, may I now proclaim that the feeling is mutual. NY heart me too.
