To the One with Green Eyes,
It’s been fifteen years, almost to the day since our paths crossed as we settled into our respective NYU dorm rooms at Senior House.
You once referred to us as fast friends, though I’d like to believe it was more than that.
Those days were filled with the thrill of self-discovery through music (your passion for Jeff Buckley was infectious), photography (I couldn’t stop capturing images of you), leisurely hangouts in Washington Square Park, and all the odd jobs we took on to make ends meet. That year taught me more about myself than any other.
However, somewhere along the line, it all unraveled. We lost touch after graduation when I headed to South America to work with National Geographic. By the time I returned, you were nowhere to be found. A part of me wonders if I pushed too hard after the wedding…
Recently, about a month ago, fate brought us close again. It was a Wednesday. You stood on the subway platform, teetering on that thick yellow line, waiting for the F train. Sadly, I didn’t realize it was you until it was too late, and you were gone once more. I heard my name on your lips, and I wished with all my heart for the train to stop, just so I could say hello.
Since then, memories of our youthful days have come rushing back, and I’ve been consumed by thoughts of how your life must be now. It might sound crazy, but I can’t help wondering—would you be open to meeting up for a drink and catching up on the last fifteen years?
M
From the USA TODAY bestselling author behind Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a heartwarming love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that grants two individuals a second chance at love, reuniting them fifteen years after fate separated them in the bustling streets of New York City.
