Union square. On the steps. It’s like when I was alone in NYC so long ago. It’s this I missed. The open opportunity. The endless possibilities. Sometimes friends are obstacles holding you back. Sometimes it’s not till you burn them that you can escape.
I did love Chris like a brother but I never have believed in love that powers through everything. That’s just stupid. Enough betrayal and even I will turn like a weed in the wind.
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