A vomiting of thoughts and dreams and inspiration.

Permalink A second ago, we had been laughing merrily, isolated in our little world, sitting cross-legged in a crowded atrium. But Anthea had suddenly stopped. She looked at me with a very serious expression. . Surprised, I stopped too. . “I love you,” she said with conviction. . Unsure but stunned by her sudden change of mood, I could only respond with equal sincerity and solemnity, “I love you too.” . After a second of staring into each other’s eyes, she suddenly thrashed her head down. I thought she was laughing but when she looked up, her face had gone red and tears swam in her big, beautiful eyes. . “I’m having a moment,” she explained. . So I compassionately said, “Awww,” and took her into my arms, resting her head on my chest and patting it gently. Until everything got better.
Permalink I’m going to miss you, New York.
Permalink That sad moment you have to sneakily sit outside her bedroom to eavesdrop on her confiding to someone else. … That awful moment that’s the only way to hear her troubles and sorrows. … That pathetic moment you’re quietly sobbing in the corner because of that.