Alone, in my way.

I live in New York. That fact is integral to the following.

So what would you say if, after some really intense sex, the person with whom you were having said sex (who also lives in New York, and with whom you’ve been having sex for some time now), rolls over and says, “I don’t belong in New York.”

I have to say, it kind of unnerved me.

But I checked myself, realizing that it was so not about me, that it wasn’t personal, and that more than anything it was simple and valid and pure and quite possibly true. And so I said, “Yeah, maybe you don’t.”

But the fact remains that when he decides, once and for all, that it is true and that it’s time to act on that truth, I’ll be...sad.