New York City Love

It was our first kiss. It was a crispy spring evening and the sun had just begun to set. We had just left the bar but wanted to spend a little more time together. Hand in hand we went walking through Central Park. It was quiet, just the occasional dog walker or runner. I decided to take him up to my favorite spot, this rock overlooking the lake. It was a beautiful sunset overlooking the park with the twinkle of the city lights in the background.

We sat down on the rock, a little far away from each other because we could sense the nervousness. We talked for what seemed like hours. I just wanted him to kiss me. Finally, he comes over a little closer, runs his fingers through my hair and whispers in my ear, “Can I kiss you?” I didn’t say anything back, I just leaned in a little closer so our lips were almost touching and he kissed me. It was the most passionate and loving kiss I’d ever received. The setting was perfect, it was a true New York moment.  

Reflecting back on it, I couldn’t help but wonder. Was this such an amazing kiss because I had fallen in love with this man? Or was this so amazing because I had fallen in love with New York?