You will be my home from the day I turn 18 to the day I die. No more nights full of teenage angst wishing to be with you. The day I turn 18 you'll be mine forever. Though I may not have you until I'm 18, I will make my best effort to get to know you better. All I know after spending a total of four hours with you is: the inside of a small Indian's silvounir shop, the New Amsterdam Theatre, and that really good BBQ place across the street.
I want to know more:
- every street
- the best restaurants for whatever you're craving
- NYU
- Broadway
- the people
- the smells
- trying to fall asleep at night with horns blaring on the street, but being totally contented
- love in the city
- central park
- where EXACTLY You've Got Mail was filmed
I want to know all of that and more.
But for now you'll have to hold out on me. I've still got two and a half long years before I can hold you in my arms.
So we'll start out on the basics:
I'm Cara, I'm 15, and I love you.
