Men

In all my life, I have known you. And yet the ones that put me to sleep at night are those I hardly know.

F, the oil man
Sometimes, in my aloneness, I wonder if our story is yet unwritten, set for some distant future when you and I are in the right place to contemplate one another.

I wonder about you once in a while.

New York
Ah, New York. The beautiful boy in the subway. I thought of you last night and how we seemed to see the universe in each other's eyes across the crowded subway train. Both of us were trying not to laugh at the two big mommas yakking loudly for all the world to know their biznes.

And then you came up to me, almost careful and conciliatory. And half of me felt like it walked away with you for a coffee, a random chat, a stolen kiss in a park that would have been left at that since we probably had lives half a world away from one another in reality.

And then there is the New York of my dreams. This man of my origins with long hair and a deep tan, whose New York affectations were tinged with the exotic residue of your heritage. The perfect man for me?

It's not that I'm not content. But a girl likes to think about what ifs once in a while. It helps me stay adventurous and not stray.