“Magic,” Kelli whispered as she spun on her toes. I met Kelli during my first year of law school. She admittedly decided on professional school because she didn’t fall in love as an undergrad. Though learning the law intrigued her, finding her husband was priority. One year later she was madly in love… And, when I asked her how it felt to be engaged, she rambled on and on and on about “magic.”
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I’m experiencing magic right now… or at least I think I am. It’s funny though, because I tend to love cities. There was Freeport, Pittsburgh, London, Harlem and, of course, Sweet Brooklyn. But this time the object of my affection is…well, an object. Lol.
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It was a cold night in November when I first wandered onto the Brooklyn Bridge. As I lingered on the long wooden boards and looked up at the sturdy metal rods keeping his structure in place, I was comforted by the familiarity of his story – his rich history, his heartbreaks, battles and betrayals, his savvy suburban know-how and his unique view of the intricacies of city living. I began to see me in him…
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Now, nearly three months later, I’m convinced it’s magic.
Perhaps it’s the accumulation of lazy Sunday evenings after long hours of studying. In those moments of nothingness, simple walks across the Brooklyn Bridge have made my heart smile. You see, the Brooklyn Bridge is the intersection between my past, present and future. He’s such an honest mirror to my own imperfections that I’m not running into his arms blindly. I’m walking, slowly and cautiously. I know the reasons he is special to me are also the reasons why I need to be extremely careful. He’s a true reflection of all the good and some of the most ugly parts of me. He’s my right now.
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I’m in the midst of magic, standing on the Brooklyn Bridge. Frustrated by the stillness, but hanging on for dear life. I’m excited to know that the Brooklyn Bridge will continue to teach me... even though he may break my little heart. I know it’s magic because, like Kelli, every now and then I want to spin on my toes and whisper: “Maaaagic...”
Hello, Brooklyn… Bridge. :-)
