In September, I was driving full speed ahead towards Brooklyn. My foot was steady on the pedal, hands were way up in the air, knowing that I could fall right off a cliff...
I’ve received quite a few emails asking who Brooklyn is, whether I’m still crushin’ on him, whether I’m one less single girl.
Brooklyn and I are not a couple. I am still a card-carrying member of the single sisterhood. I found companionship in Brooklyn that was real. He made me smile by just being him. Where some of my friends looked at him and saw unforgiveable faults, I found familiarity.
I guess I’m still waiting for Brooklyn to see my most fabulous qualities, to be drawn to my flaws the way I’m drawn to his. *sigh* Knowing that he may never come around, I’ve been having rendezvous with Lower Manhattan, dancing in the rain with the Upper West Side … even taking in a movie or two with Long Island.
I am deserving of the BEST. I’ve found the best in me. I know what I want and who I am. I haven’t given up on Brooklyn yet… but, for now, I’m living, laughing and luxuriating in my freedom…
