subject line: A ghost in Grand Central Station

 

Birmingham, Michigan

A week after you left I drank a bottle of wine and booked a ticket to New York City. While trying to forget you, I think I fell back in love with myself in that lonely city that never sleeps. I stood on the steps in Grand Central and cried. Maybe I cried because I realized my own strength while standing there in the sea of people on my own. Or maybe I cried because my heart was yearning for you to be there on those steps next to me. Maybe it was because all of the memories were flooding back to me. They say right before you die your life flashes in front of your eyes. Maybe that’s why the memories flashed in front of me while standing on those steps. Because maybe I left the girl you used to love there that day on the steps in Grand Central to become the woman I’m supposed to be, without you.