9/12/12

25.

"This is for all the people I’ll never meet. This is for the person I might have kissed had I taken a different subway line on Saturday and the person I might have been if that boy hadn’t broken my mother’s teenage heart. This is for the people I would have loved if last winter hadn’t been so cold and for the city I would have called home if I had written haiku's on napkins and carried pens in dress pockets and in the knots of my hair.
This is for who I was, who I am, who I might be.
This is for you."

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