The people down on the street, fighting with the evening falling at them, invisible rain drops soaking into the hair, scarfs flaming with the wind, fall is here - and I am watching her from my window, sipping tea. I moved to a new place, with a view - finally. The top of Eiffel tower blinking over there, far on the horizon. The dark, steel-blue clouds kiss the parisian roofs: such a symbiosis!
Once again, September. Once again, adding a year. And just like it was on purpose as I believed long time ago that my biggest problem was to choose high school - I need to make decisions about what I will be in my life again. Do I want to continue with school, and if yes - then where? Three years, or I take the american challenge of five? I'd be over thirty by the time I would finish. Do I want to work, maybe? Overachiever like me would not be so lost. It would be great to move to New York, raise hands on yellow cars, sip morning coffee from a plastic cup. What will happen to him?
So what will happen? I let go, heartbroken? Would he want to go with me? Would he handle a new culture?
And it makes me rain, it makes me anxious, makes me falling
