NY, NY

I didn't realize how unhappy I would be that you left. I wanted to see you, found out that your hypothetical plans to move to New York had taken root. I always asked you to run away with me, elope, that we could make it work, why not? You would reply that I did not want you, you had a lot of issues. It was our thing, we both knew it wouldn't go anywhere. I remember when we first started talking at Borders, you got a book, then later had to return it. I then saw you upstairs, took a break, we started talking. At some point, another day perhaps, you asked if I liked sushi, said we should have some sometime. I remember taking a lunch break with you, you and I sitting on the floor in the magazine section talking, while people walked over us. I remember you telling me you didn't date, us getting in a laughing argument as to who initiated flirting with who. We became friends and I was happy with that. It's really bothering me that you're gone.