I'm a twentysomething writer and editor living out my dream
one day • one picture • one avenue • one story at a time.
This is where I overshare and constantly write tiny love letters to New York.
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The midnight kiss. It’s not just another kiss. It’s all the hope of romance of the year, culminating in just one moment. And that overhyped kiss, in which there is so much calling, texting, IMing, planning, hurrying, drinking to make it happen, is all set in a moment when time itself takes center stage, when you can probably feel the weight of the year to come mixed with the loneliness and missed opportunities of the years gone by…
