I came two hours and seventeen minutes late for our night together. And, we both didn't mind. You were busy and I wanted food and to go to the nearest Walgreens for some supplies that I could easily get in Manhattan. I didn't plan for my hair to be in a messy bun. I didn't expect for you to be so tall. I was excited to hear your voice for the first time.

Your room was on the ninth floor and it was larger and nicer than I expected. I dropped my stuff on the ground with no regard for it. I kept stuttering and maybe it was the nerves, or maybe it was my anxiety. The low lighting was comfortable and talking to you and not via text was easier than I thought it would be. I'm sorry that I couldn't shut up but I don't think you minded it. I think it made it less awkward for you.

In your absence from my life, I tried to replace you with someone that wasn't worth my time. I missed you, dearly, but you were busy with school and work. And, I missed our talks and memes. So, I used your replacement to fill the void but their personality was shit. Now that you're back, for now, I will talk to you more about things because I realized that I know you but I don't know you like you know me since there are more aspects of your personality that I'd like to discover.

I liked how the television was on for the sake of being on. I liked how you played Spotify, I think, on your iHome low enough not to be burdensome but high enough for me to be able to know what song was playing. I didn't know that you had a tattoo on your left shoulder blade. I'm kind of mad that I forgot to ask the story behind it. You took off the necklace that you always wear and you didn't wear your glasses that I like so much. You have kind eyes and a nice smile.

There were two different clocks in your room and the one that I slept next to was three hours and ten minutes off. I was kind of confused when my alarm clock went off, across the room, and I was annoyed for a second thinking it was three in the morning until I checked my phone and realized the time. When I got back in bed with you, I didn't want to leave but I had English and a quiz and you had work and important things to do. You're an important person, I think.

I would like to tell you that you came here, to New York, at a lovely time. I'm doing nothing except for existing and trying to make it through this last semester. I felt as if my life here in a place that is so exciting has become utterly mundane. After our night together, I don't feel as stagnant. I feel as if you're a good luck charm because a friend that I left at home, in my high school years, announced to me that she is moving to New York and she is trying to attend my school. I feel with her here, in this city with me, I will be happier. I also feel that if I studied abroad in Ireland and had a serious talk with myself about where I want to be in the world, would make me happier.

As I left you in this large hotel room, with off clocks, and the pack of fruit snacks which you call "jellies", I thought about the next time I'd see you again.