Talk To Me NY. Go ahead.
People talk to me all day long — I am a therapist. So, I know I’m a good listener. And you have a lot to say.
As much as I’m happy to listen to you, you give me everything I need and more. Every time I’m with you, you take my hand and give me everything I could possibly ask for, without ever holding back. You are the best friend I have sought my entire life. My best friend.
And I should know, as I have mostly loved you from afar for the majority of my life. I wasn’t born in you — and I was only once promised a trip to you when I was 16, but that promise was broken. I didn’t run to you after college, but only began to visit a bit toward the end of my life on the East coast. Several years later, after exploring the world, I brought my husband to meet you and he hated you immediately. He said as much.
It was only years later, on my own with my own business, that I wanted you so badly. I wanted to “make it with you” and be a successful whatever I was going to be at the time and you spit me out. Yes, you did. I was heartbroken. Yes, you can break hearts and you broke mine and I went home to my little city and determined to just visit and play and dream of you.
And then something happened. Talk to me NY happened. Perhaps you felt overwhelmed with it all and I had finally aligned with my purpose, a purpose to listen — and that opened a door between you and me. I also delivered someone to you that you wanted very badly. See, I listened. With my ear on you, you brought me to live with you. You took him and you took my hand.
In return, you asked me to listen. Oh you have so much to say.
I refer to you as Madame, as you’ve earned that title. Whether in pictures or words, you dish it up good.
You are “simply the best” as Tina Turner once said. And I am happy to listen and give voice to you, our friendship, and return it to you in spades.
Here we go…
