In 2006 you said to me:

"I wish I would have met you 2 years ago."

Four years later, those words still resonate in the void of my sleepy mind. It's at times like these, as night becomes day, that I lose control and begin to ponder the what-ifs, maybes, and woulda-coulda-shouldas. Deep down I know that nothing would be different and that you will always be "that guy" but I can't help but wonder what life would be like at your side.

I don't regret any of the decisions I have made in this life, whether they have led me to you or taken me in the opposite direction. Although I continue to have the same feelings for you, you, my love, are teetering on the brink of insanity. A relationship that was once merely physical is slowly transforming into something else. Given both of our current situations and history, it would be extremely pretentious of me to think that this change is in any way earnest, but, then again, it wouldn't make sense, after all this time, for you to have to try to gas me up (??).

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I care deeply for you. I would like for you to be a constant in this science experiment life of variables. Whatever that means o_O

I catch a bone while you're doggin' me...

After a long chat with an old friend, I have decided to
listen to myself and go.

I can't say that I feel bad about my decision.
I am long overdue for some selfishness, albeit temporary.

Karma may be a bitch but I think I can take her.

It's so funny how the inhabitants of one little island can be worlds apart from each other. In the years that I've called this place home, I have been blessed to view the city from many different angles: From a fifth floor walk up on the Upper East Side to a coveted Washington Heights 3-bedroom. Whether I catch glimpses of the East River or the Hudson, dream to the lullaby of the FDR or the West Side Highway, one key thing remains the same. Manhattan can be so tribal and hung up on addresses that we fail to realize that we are all people. We love. We hate. We bleed. At the end of the day, there are more important things in this world than whether or not you have a doorman or you live in the projects. Wake up, New York. It's time.

Just when things are looking up for us...

I walk into the Central Park Precinct and *BAM!*
I lock eyes with Officer Hot-as-Hell.
Tan. Built. Beautiful.
With benefits to match (Hehe!)

Summer can be a raging bitch sometimes.

Maybe I had too much time on my hands.
Maybe I'm just in too deep.
These songs get me every time.

"There's nothing like you and I baby...
This is no ordinary love."



"You are the flame in my heart..."