Thank You

Thank you for telling me the truth. This is your second week in the city and I have to say that I haven't seen you for most of the week. Somehow we just happen to miss each other. Sometimes I guess things happen or don't happen for a reason.

Day 9

"Hi, it's ... This is my new us number. I got a bit ill yesterday, so maybe we can do another time... kiss."

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Life is pretty curious. Sometimes you think you know a person when in fact you actually don't. It's funny how naive I can be sometimes. However, the thought of this mystery does excite me a little. It makes me wonder who else is there and what is this person like?

hmm.. perhaps this is why you are so secretive about yourself. Because your whole life would collapse if people know how you are building it. Sometimes I guess it's easier and perhaps more interesting to build a house of straws. But at the end of the day, you will have to spend a lot of your time invested in the upkeep of those straws. You need to make sure that it doesn't rot or fall apart.

The First Week

I'm not a writer. And this intimidates me a bit writing about a writer and a reader. I don't think that he will get through my writing. And if he does, he'd probably have to be very drunk.

It kinda sucks that New York didn't greet you as smoothly as the first time. Firstly, I was late to receive you, then your debit card failed on you, and then you just kinda fell into pieces a bit. One thing you know is that I'm always around when you need me and I know that you will probably be the same for me.

I'm really glad that you made it back and I wished that I could have done a better job in helping you settle down a bit more. Truthfully, my life is pretty chaotic. Just like you need things spelled out for you and put into a box, I need that too sometimes.

Hopefully, I will keep updating this throughout your stay here so I document this timeframe where you are a foreigner in my land and my life. Then eventually give this to you so then we can compare our thoughts.