Alone in New York City

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Tell A Tale
This is just a recount of my many excursions in the New York jungle solo. Excuse my grammar, im a terrible writer. Just thought i could get this out of my mind and into vision. I'd love if you could edit for me.

Submitted: April 25, 2016

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So the weekend has come to its conclusion and monday has hit me like a truck. I knew this would happen, it allways does. Friday played out like a monotone indie film riddled with the usual themes of despair, hope, and confusion. But unlike my usual lonesome escapades Friday took an odd turn. Love? Im not sure. Im so used to faking it and fronting like i feel something that what actually occured was extremely foreign to me. It amazes me how fucked up my mind can be at times... the exact reason why i was in this club crashed directly into me. Im sure the impact killed me instantaneously because this girl seemed to feel about me exactly how i felt about her. The hopeless romantic in me was satisfied in his entirety. A girl who was not only cute but infinitely complex looked me straight in my eyes and reciprocated the heart felt emotion. Was it lust? Was it lonesomeness? Was it curiousity? Or was it genuinely a heartfelt emotion not so easily described. My mind forces me to think it was anything but the latter. We had sex and it was ok but walking into that exspensive hotel room and seeing her laying there contemptedly waiting for me was enough to breathe life back into every fabric of my being. It felt as if a hundred year ancient curse had finally been lifted from my physical and spirtual form. But as usual nothing in my life ever seems to last. It was now saturday. The moment fleeted. Just as quickly as she came she left. Thousands of miles across the sea back. Back home safely in Denmark. It is now monday and im sitting here in Starbucks holding onto a memory, waiting for that message to instil a sense of false hope into my concious waking life. It may never come. It may not even exist. Inconclusion, im thankful for the night. Love may actually still be capable for me, even if not with Sophie.


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